I feel so angry at myself.

For being this way

And not being able to help it.

My heart pounds

My body shakes

I forget all peace.

How devastating is this, Krishna?

This feeling of breaking

Like cornflakes in someone's mouth

Crackling with crisp sounds

Krishna, Krishna, Krishna.

Come down here

from your ocean of Milk, someday

This time, no reincarnations,

In your true form

And caress my forehead to put me to sleep.

Make my very anxiety

Anxious.