By Karnamrita Das
The irony doesn’t escape me
that I couldn’t leave Vrindavana
even if I wanted to. I ponder my life.
So many devotees want to visit
and here I’m on an extended stay
first for 11 months and now 5 more.
I know it is special mercy for me
yet, it is the toughest love ever
though I can still smile at my plight.
I am externally “in” Vrindavana
though far from eternal lila here
and the self-forgetfulness of love.
As usual I have to face my shortcomings
and yet also see my good fortune









