Krishna
Krishna
I wish I could write to you, Mirabai,
I wish I could at last let my hair down,
But mine is the fate of one who can't die,
Who must always wear a heavenly crown.
Do not be attached to petty result,
Arjuna. I said that--and I believe,
But I--with Lord Vishnu I must consult,
If my avatar rankings fall, I grieve.
My frolicking gopi days are long gone,
I'm chained to the star-maker machine'ry,
My sun-dark complexion grows pale and wan,
I can no longer enjoy the scene'ry.
A rule-following agent--that's my type.
Do you want to be me? Don't buy the hype.
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