Krishna

Poem By Kamala Das

Your body is my prison, Krishna,
I cannot see beyond it.
Your darkness blinds me,
Your love words shut out the wise world's din.

[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]

Comments about Krishna

Heartiest, posthumous felicitations to the demised poetess, on this excellent piece of poetry being selected as the 'Poem of the Day'! 'Your love words shut out the wise world's din' - what a profound expression of being submerged under the 'love words'!
Your body is my prison, Krishna, I cannot see beyond it. Your darkness blinds me, Your love words shut out the wise world's din........... ...........Love for the Lord is one kind of spiritual prison
O Lord Krishna Once I came to your idol whimsically no, I had no love after long time I've come to you again why? I do not know I've seen your flute, your colors, your eyes, your rhythmical standing; I've seen and felt something special in you why? I do not know have I fallen in love you? I don't know does your skin color makes me lover? I do not know Now, almost I come everyday to you to see both of you together Radhe-Krishna why? I do not know
Your darkness blinds me, Your love words shut out the wise world's din. Kamala das is a very famous writer of India. tony
Your love words shut out the wise world's din.


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