Today
I took a stroll in the community park.
It's a quick, short break
From the noisy
Smoke filled
Jammed city.
It has trees, Krishna.
A few swings
And a little lake, too!
How wonderful is that!
I was wandering
Amongst the green
When I noticed
With a twinkle of delight
A little blue bird.
So small, yet
Stole glances.
It perched on the branch
Of a banyan.
I relished my eyes
And was about to resume
My stroll.
When
I saw the little creature
Lick his
Butter smeared feathers
With unimaginable delight.
And then
It looked at me.
It kept looking at me.
Good one, Krishna.
I almost didn't recognise you this time.
Try harder.
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Radha's Krishna
PoetryRadhaRamana, The Beloved of Radha he is. He is everything, in everyone. He is sung, he is loved, he lives. But Radha? ______ Narrated in the voice of one of Hindu mythology's most powerful characters, Radha's Krishna is a collection of poems, an o...
