Like Meera of a hundred dreams
Prisoner to her marriage of norms
Poisoned in her longing for you
And yet, Meera took your name
For a hundred nights and more
Your breath, she breathed in
Your pain, she poured out
Until you came to her saying
You are mine now, let it go.
And I wait now, to be Meera
Of a Krishna who knows me not
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