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My Elfin Krishna
I have no idea how to teach this cute little guy,
who has no clue what sound does a D make,
or a K,
but I reverse the role,
and let him be the teacher today!
he has curly dark hair, and he has lovely shining eyes,
he loves playing with LEGO, and build towers,
but I can't make him write with pencils,
or, except scary dinosaurs, draw anything!
perhaps he should be in the woods
wandering, and toying with pebbles,
perhaps he learns from the chirping birds,
camouflaging Lizards, and scurrying squirrels.
perhaps he learns from the vast sky,
to paint with all that rainbow colours,
perhaps he learns from the old Banyan tree,
how to count the numbers!
perhaps he is my little Krishna,
chasing the cattle from their shelter,
playing a flute on the treetop,
and harnessing the sheep to their mother.
I watch the little boy,
and wonder!
Reference: Krishna is a colorful and polyvalent deity whose stories have greatly enriched the mythology and iconography of Hinduism. Krishna is depicted alternatively as a mischievous child, a divine lover, and a spiritual master.
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