Krishna returned as Khusrau
Bearing the heart of Radha
The cowherd of blue pranks
Trapped in a parrot’s pining
A god of amorous glances
Going blind before a nizam
His flute once bound the feet
His tabla now frees the anklets
The delirious colours of Braj
Smear their fabric on Persian
The countless eyes of lovers
Now a beloved’s infinite gaze
Love does not sing of recovery
Tuned to the raga of drowning
If the heart’s face is one colour
Its eyes, says Khusrau, has many.
