Let me sing of Krishna, not in tales of days old, But of the slums, where hearts are pure and bold, In the laughter of kids from humble kin, Krishna's joyous spirit dwells deep within.
Not for gifts or returns, but a song from within, His presence, a dance, where all journeys begin, Spontaneous, like every grain of sand and sea, Krishna's light, in every atom, as we all see.
Not the Krishna of legends in distant lands, But the divine light, in every heart, it stands, In orphan's eyes, street child's hopeful gleam, Krishna's presence, in every life's dream.
In the songs of birds and nature's dance, Krishna's melody, a universal romance, A song of hope, in every note and rhyme, His essence, transcends space and time.
With guileless smiles, he'll unite us all, Enlightening hearts, like a gentle call, Krishna, the love, the light, the endless song, In every soul, where we all divinely belong.
~Dr Intaj Malek
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