They ask me what is love..
Oh Krishna let me be that Morpankh
You so gracefully adorn on your head above,
Only then will I be able to explain,
Love is being drenched in Hari's name,
The name which soothes all your pain.

Oh Krishna let me be that Morpankh you so adore,
That feather who's existence is no more,
But it is the love of that Quill blue,
Love so blissful, Love for You,
that's got him a place so close to your heart,
Without whom You feel you're beauty is not a perfect Art.

And only then will I be able to explain,
Love is beyond this materialistic gain.
This world which we are so reluctant to part,
Love is an enlightenment when you embrace the darkness knowing deep within your heart,
that your Krishna shall the supernal light impart.

-Gitanjali Kapoor
Hare Krishna 🙏