In Satya Yuga's time, young Krishna played, In cowherd's homes, where butter oft' was laid, He sneaked and laughed, as curd and butter he'd eat, His half-clad charm, oh, what a wondrous feat!
With eyes that sparkled like the starry skies, He danced with Gopis, pure love in their eyes, In rustic fields, under the moon's soft glow, That Krishna's charm, in our hearts, did grow.
But now, in this age of AI and light, A different Krishna, in mansions, takes flight, He orders meals online, with a digital command, Yet in his presence, our hearts understand.
No longer half-clad, but adorned in silk, His wisdom shines through, as smooth as milk, In virtual realms, he guides the way, Balancing tradition with the modern's sway.
His grace transcends eras, a timeless hue, In olden days or today, Krishna, we pursue, With the innocence of a child's laughter, Or the touch of a screen, our hearts beat faster.
The Krishna of Satya Yuga, in pastoral delight, The Krishna of AI Yuga, in the digital night, Both allure with beauty, in their unique way, Teaching us love, in every era's display.
In tales of old and technology's bright gleam, Krishna's presence is felt, like a radiant dream, In this ever-changing world, both old and new, Krishna's love remains, eternally true.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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