Love: The Day I Saw You (Radha-3) Poem by Subrat Pradhan

That day was not the same
I was blowing the flute
In your blooming youth
You had bathed me
Plunging in the love-mixed
Blue water of Yamuna river.

The day I saw you
I was cut off from myself
From water, from fire, from air as well
And ahead from others also
And how could you remain
As you are?

Many a water had flowed down
In the Yamuna river
Many a foot had been smoothened
On the rough stone on its bank.
Nobody knows?
But I had not forgotten you
From the day I saw you first!

I had forgot everything
So....
When you got married
When you slept on the nupital bed
And again you forgot the day and
Night being engaged in jest or so.
I could not know, could not know.

How many ages I am inside me
Someone somehow startled me to rise
Shouts of crying are coming
From your house at Gopapur
And you are remembering me
Brooding my name time and again.