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With this poem Krishna I started blogging. Here it is:
This flute player
Has been creating
Enchanting notes for us.
Yet we have no ears for Him.
His music flows on.
It’s not that no one
Had ever heard Him.
O little Butter Thief
Have pity on us
Will You?
The new (edited) poem:
Not air but love
vibrates when the dark
boy touches his flute.
Yet there’s no taker
of his love.
Eons pass on.
Little butter thief
plays on
alone
in His solitary
abode.
Awaits.
Posted for dVerse MTB ~ Let’s Kick It Up a Notch hosted by Victoria
Note:
Krishna (/ˈkrɪʃnə/; Sanskrit: कृष्ण, Kṛṣṇa in IAST, pronounced [ˈkr̩ʂɳə] ( listen)) is a major Hindu deity worshiped in a variety of different perspectives. Krishna is often described and portrayed as an infant eating (stealing) butter, a young boy playing a flute as in the Bhagavata Purana,[3] a young man along with Radha, a young man surrounded by beautiful women or as an elder giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad Gita. They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a prankster, a model lover, a divine hero, and the Supreme Being. Worship of the deity Krishna, either in the form of deity Krishna or in the form of Vasudeva, Bala Krishna or Gopala can be traced to as early as the 4th century BC Wikipedia
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