In childhood's realm, where joy takes flight, I glimpsed children's play, pure and bright, Two groups, both chanting Krishna's name, In their world of fancy, they staked their claim.
Ideas emerged, to set their groups apart, With divine names, they could make a start, Yet, to my surprise, a choice they did agree, To play as Krishna Krishna, both wild and free.
Their games played on, in laughter and delight, Till one group's triumph, in the fading light, But their words astounded, with wisdom in their tone, "Krishna knows no victory or loss," they've shown.
It's we, the earthly players, etched in game's decree, In victory and defeat, we dance or fight you see, Krishna's essence soars, beyond this mortal beat, In his name, we find solace, in joy and in defeat.
In the innocence of youth, they revealed a treasure, Krishna's love and wisdom, beyond worldly measure, In triumph or in loss, he remains steadfast and true, Krishna Krishna, their refuge, in everything they do.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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