Krishna seen from window

In a world of stillness, a moment so divine, I glimpsed a young Krishna, a sight so fine. From my window to his, our gazes did meet, A playful exchange, a connection so sweet.

His mischief, a twinkle, his smile, a delight, A tiny Krishna, bathed in heavenly light. Enticing me closer, to partake in his game, From the confines of frames, his spirit did aim.

With eager hands reaching, as if to take flight, From the photo frame to the realm of daylight. An aura of innocence, on his face did adorn, With a silver crescent, like a new moon reborn.

"Krishna," I called, with affectionate grace, As he danced in window, the heavenly space. A playful child, in this enchanting embrace, In this moment of magic, in this sacred place.

In that fleeting encounter, our souls intertwined, A connection with Krishna, forever enshrined. For in the stillness of that glowing frame, His mischievous spirit, emerged the same.

~Dr Intaj Malek