In the modern realm, by Yamuna's gentle flow, A tale of Krishna, from ages ago, She cobras emerged, their message so clear, To young Krishna in the waters, they drew near.
"Dear child," they implored, voices soft and kind, "Leave this river's depths, dangers here you'll find, The cobra, our king, with venom's might, May harm you, dear Krishna, in the water's light."
But Krishna, a smile on his radiant face, Held a world of wisdom, in this sacred space, He listened to their plea, so heartfelt and pure, Then spoke of compassion, his love's enduring lure.
"Dear sisters of the river," he gently did say, "Though fearsome your king, in the water's sway, I shall not leave your realm, nor bring him harm, But a message of love, I wish to share, to charm."
With those words of grace, he moved through the stream, Where dark waters whispered, like a distant dream, The cobra, their king, rose from depths below, In his fiery gaze, Krishna's love did glow.
The cobras bowed low, their gratitude profound, For Krishna's compassion, in that moment, they found, He left the river's depths, but not without a trace, Of love, kindness, and grace, in that sacred space.
In modern times, this tale still holds its sway, Of Krishna's wisdom, love's enduring display, For in the depths of life's rivers, dark and wide, His compassion flows, like an eternal tide.
~Dr Intaj Malek
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