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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