In village fields, where Krishna's tales did dwell, A timeless saga of love and life, I am here to tell, Amidst lush landscapes where rivers gently glide, Krishna's presence mingles with the countryside.
In fields of mustard, where the golden sun extends, Krishna's laughter echoes as the daylight blends, With blossoms swaying in a joyous, golden tide, His divinity dances with nature, side by side.
Beneath the azure skies, where fertile lands extend, Krishna's spirit lingers as the seasons gently mend, Fields of millet and wheat, in patterns so precise, In every furrowed row, they find his sage’s advice.
Yet it's in hearty Bajra, standing tall and proud, Krishna's presence shines, like a shimmering cloud, The swaying shafts, like his grace, bend and sway, In their strength and resilience, they seem to say.
Amidst rural life, where dreams and hopes unite, Krishna's wisdom and love bring the purest light, As villagers toil in fields under the golden sun, They feel his grace in every task they've begun.
For in heart of villages where agriculture thrives, Krishna's essence in every crop, joyfully revives, A narrative of love and life, forever intertwined, With Krishna in the fields, our spirits are aligned.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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