Poems by
Sonia Mehta

Eternal Love

a poem by Sonia Mehta

If there is something called ‘Love’
It is the love of Radha Krishna alone.
She lived in his heart
She breathed in his soul
She sang in his flute
She spoke in his Gita
She was his friend, his anchor, his ‘sole-mate’
She was his beloved, his inspiration, his ‘soul-mate.’
Could ever a union be so complete?
Without Radha would Krishna be complete?