Madhava: <br />Your moon-faced love <br />Had never guessed <br />That parting hurts. <br />Radha is tortured, <br />Dreading you will leave. <br />Love has robbed her of all power, <br />She sinks clasping the ground. <br /> <br />Kokilas call, <br />Startled, she wakes <br />Only to brood again. <br />Tears wash the make-up <br />From her breasts. <br />Her arms grow thin, <br />Her bracelets slide to the ground. <br />Radha's head droops in grief. <br />Her fingers scar the earth <br />Bleeding your name.<br /><br />Vidyapati Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brooding-love/
