Friday, July 24, 2009

A poem from a young devotee

Krishna

By: Amrita Geddam

Nilachala Bhakti Vriksha - Milwaukee

As His peacock feather

was proudly fluttering behind Him,

and as His hair, which looked luscious

as a divine river was flowing past.

Then as strings of pearls and emeralds

formed a crown for Him

as though lotuses in the river,

we see Krishna, the divine Lord and the Supreme.

At His left stood our beloved Gopi, Radharani.

Her eyes were locked unto Her lord,

Govinda and Her maple brown eyes

were always flashing one message-

I am your servant.

You are My heart and soul.

Your wish is My work.

Then the Lord picked up His flute

and drew it to His lips.

At once Vrindavana became as though hypnotized.

Gopis danced around Him.

Their impeccable minds fixed unto Krishna.

Cows gave milk without complain.

Calves danced circling their mothers.

Everyone was in a joyous mood

and meanwhile, the sun shown down radiantly.

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