Today, a child descended, a sight to behold, From my tenement's heights, a story to be told, Charming, beautiful, handsome, he appeared, I couldn't resist; his cheeks, I gently steered.
Step by step, he descended, like a joyous flight, Each rung of the ladder welcomed his foot with delight, Dancing with joy, as he moved down with grace, A child, he seemed, with an enchanting face.
He was Krishna, I thought, with his flute in hand, Singing Rumi's song, like a breeze on the sand, A small child descending, so gracefully, His rhythmic dance held my heart, you see.
How different must have been the Krishna of old, When this child's grace and beauty unfold, Innocence and charm, in his every glance, A timeless enchantment, in this youthful dance.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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