THE BELOVED.
Your are black Complexioned
But Your heart is made of Gold
Hymns are sung and stories told
Of your courage and being bold.
For years together in our minds we hold
You in reverence,respect,faith trust
We learnt to utter your name first.
You stood up for the Right
With all your might
And never ever were out of sight
To those who utter your name in delight.
Your Childhood pranks was a joy for you
Stealing butter,teasing the Gopis
Sent every one run after you helter skelter
But with your innocence
You found Shelter
In the lap of Yashoda.
Your eyes would sparkle
Your skin would glisten
Your lips wore the naughty smile
Your compassion drew every one near
Walking distances from so far
They all just came to see you Dear.
The melody of your flute
Sent a "flutter" to those who heard
Their hearts danced with joy
Cows birds peacocks Gopis all were there
Listened with hushed silence
Still as statues and with patience
They enjoyed joy bliss and pure peace
The path of Righteousness and Right action
Was dear to You and valued the most
This was the "Doctrine" of the "Bhagvat Gita"
For us to Imbibe
And lead our lives
Where we are ever sheltered with Thy Grace.
This Life is not enough
To sing Your Praise
Or reflect "Gratitude" for what we are blessed
All humility I bow down
For being the pillar of Strength
Boundless Compassion
Infinite blessings
Hail ! Hail! Hail!
My Lord Hail to Thee
In joy ,happiness I sing in praise
Your are my World my joy and my Peace.
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