Little Krishna
Oh little Krishna!
My ink sprinkles in hues of devout love
as your glory I pen in reverence
My eyes forget to blink: spellbound
Oh! the sparkle in those little lotus eyes
My mind's music magically blooms
and sings in praise - your beauty and grace
as your mor mukut gently moves
when tiny legs dance in glee
Do You know...
the soul of silence seeks to remain silent
and merge with your pure divine self:
Is it a stillness so craftily created
to respond to thy call of Divine Bliss?
Or is it a crave to melt in your mellifluous music
as your flute tune wafts in soft wind?
A moment when
the steps of time will slow and stop:
just for a moment
and the entire universe will gaze in awe
entranced by its enchantment...
Oh my little Krishna...
Date: 08/30/2021
Your Favorite August 2021 Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Note:
Mor mukut is the peacock feather crown that adorns Lord Krishna's head.
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