To the world,
she was someone's wife,
she was someone's daughter,
she was Rajput royal,
but to her,
she was only Krishna's Meera
She was a child,
naive and curious,
asked her mother,
"who will be my groom?",
her mother smiled,
pointing at Krishna's idol,
saying, "he's the one"
Little did her mother knew,
what she said as a jest,
would be taken seriously,
her daughter's love,
grew leaps and bound,
as years passed by
Precious gems,
Sparkling ornaments,
Elegant clothes,
nothing attracted her,
more than Lord's name
Every day,
Every minute,
Every second,
she was immersed
in Krishna's name
She was tested,
every walks of her life,
Her in laws conspired,
to execute her,
but nothing stopped her,
from being Krishna's Meera
