In The Silence Of Radha

In the garden where moonlight falls, Radha waits as midnight calls. No flute tonight, no gentle sound, Just aching love that knows no bound. She gave her heart with every beat, To Krishna’s smile, so pure, so sweet. But he, the storm, the wandering breeze, Left her soul adrift on silent seas. She danced in joy, now walks in pain, Each raindrop speaks his name again. Her bangles still remember touch, Of hands that once had meant so much. The world saw love, divine and true, But none could feel what she went through. Not every love gets lasting grace— Some live in dreams, some fade in space. Radha smiles through tears so deep, For love like hers, the stars still weep. She bore the pain, the silent part, A goddess wrapped in a broken heart. -prarthi