For me true romance is when
a heavyset balding Krishna
in black worn jeans
takes thin Radha by the hand
She’s wearing a simple long colorful dress
they silently walk seven circles
around a quiet temple
standing on a hill
washed by the waters of the river goddess
There’s a light in their eyes
the one you can’t confuse with anything else
and rare clear hot drops
happy smiles on their faces
The trees spread their branches
to create a dome for them
The sun from behind the clouds
warms the tiles
on which their bare feet tread
The wind from the river
plays with the silver strands
of her still curly hair
And someone from another world
plays an ancient melody
on the flute for them
2025
Translated by Meirzhan Kournanov.
Romance
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