Radha or Rukmini?
Radha—
The name that breathes before Krishna’s own,
Without her, his chant feels incomplete.
She, the echo of his soul,
The fire of love no one else could ignite.
Yet,
She stepped aside…
For Rukmini—his destiny,
The one who shared his throne,
His queen, his chosen bride,
His ardhangini, his pride.
Rukmini held his hand in life,
His joy, his grace,
His world, his sacred space.
And Radha?
She was never called his wife,
Never shared his royal life.
But in the silent ache of hearts,
In every temple where love restarts—
She remains,
The muse, the flame,
The love that couldn’t claim a name.
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