Krishna, you danced with Gopis in guileless glee, Stole butter from homes, always carefree, You played pranks and broke pots with delight, But Krishna, why does silence shroud our night?
People are lynched, and your voice is still, Has your blissful blessing lost its skill? Have you turned face from this sacred land? Where once you danced with glee hand in hand.
Has your benevolence ceased, oh Lord so kind? Would you clothe the daughters, as Draupadi, bind? In this very land, where your wonders did grace, Now girls are stripped, in a sorrowful chase.
Have you veiled your visage, or closed your eyes? Aren't these your daughters under sorrowful skies? Was your mercy reserved for just a chosen few, Or shall it embrace all, as your love should do?
Krishna, in this land, let compassion rise high, Wipe away tears, let no more innocents cry, In your motherland, let love be unfurled, For every daughter, in this troubled world.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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