Who do I choose to be - Radha or Meera?

Who does the earth

Find me to be;

Sown inside the person

I am-

Chaste Meera or

His Radha?

The world sang of

Radha Kishen,

And I basked in the glory

Of the love

That never had any tint

Of a blemish

Visible.

But beneath the powdered

Dreams, I knew,

Radha bled.

Her soul belonged to him,

But wife-

She adorned another's

Title to herself.

Meera, most often

Was forgotten.

Her music spoke of

Love.

Viscous, it poured out

Leaving one

Hollow, deep.

Forever unrequitted,

Her love remained.

Like those empty words

Of mine,

You never tried to-

Let be.

Radha or Meera? I had to

Choose.

I wondered why,

And I wondered why not.

I could be Meera for

Him. But his Radha, I could

Never.

For, the choice

Never was mine.

It had already been made.

Always been made