Inheritance of God's Loneliness

I feel much guilt as I pass this ashore, 

Burrowing feelings I must restore.

And oh!

This plight seems never-ending, as a woman I must endure.

Let me tell you a story you must ignore.

At nighttime, I tell secrets to a bountiful Ganesh.

I tell him not of my fears, but much more in galore.

I tell him, I inherited his loneliness much long ago. 

He's to pacify me with his humour.

He's to console me with his doe eyes.     

 It's to him he shall find, now not a sacred soul in me. 

He's disappointed now.

It's Janmashtami today, my Krishna is so far long gone.

Far from me.

Ganesha must have snitched, his stories he tells to thee.