Born to demise the demons
On the plea of motherland,
Lost all your kithship by Kamsa and
Swapped yourself into Gokulam
That spoke the rest!
Nurtured by nature,
Looted all the love of natives,
Mesmerized us with your music,
Dying to see your divine dance over and over.
Covered our gopis by your charisma,
Those riverbanks, jungles, and mud games weren't just play but an episode in our hearts...
Wondering how your tiny fingers could lift the Govardhana hill?
And nobly sharing your stolen butter...
A mommy's boy
Yet running to escape a slap of...