Jagu’s divine Krishna

Amidst the gentle breeze's playful dance, Jagu whispers, "Krishna, Krishna," in a trance, But within me, his Krishna resides, you see, In a world of wonder and boundless glee.

I am his Krishna, in every sunrise and fall, In the echoing laughter, in love's tender call, As the sun paints the sky in shades of gold, I am his Krishna in the tales yet not told.

In the rustling leaves and the songs of birds, In laughter of children, in heart’s sweet words, I am his Krishna guiding his every stride, In the tapestry of life, woven side by side.

When the moonlight bathes the world at night, I am the Krishna, kindling his gloomy night, In dreams and wishes, in hopes anew, In each star that sparkles in night’s hue.

Krishna, Krishna, is his devotion's flame, In the heart's deepest chambers, I am the same, I am his Krishna, in all that he portrays, In every moment of our shared, vibrant days.

So as Jagu chants and his devotion unfurls, Within me, he finds the sacred pearls, In this world of love, compassion, and play, I am his Krishna, lighting up his way.

~Dr Intaj Malek