In the land of mystic skies,
Where the river Yamuna sighs,
Krishna dances, flute in hand,
Charm that sweeps across the land.

Peacock feathers in his hair,
Melodies float through the air,
Cowherd boy with divine grace,
Joy and love upon his face.

In the forests, green and deep,
He awakens hearts from sleep,
Radha’s eyes reflect his glow,
In their love, the cosmos flow.

Butter thief with playful smile,
In his laughter, there's no guile,
Little hands that steal our woes,
With each tale, devotion grows.

In the field of Kurukshetra,
Warrior wise, a sacred teacher,
Arjuna’s guide, with voice so clear,
Spoke of truth, dispelled the fear.

From his lips, the Gita's song,
Teachings vast and wisdom strong,
Paths of duty, love, and light,
Showing souls their inner might.

Eternal friend, protector true,
In his presence, all renew,
Krishna, Lord of time and space,
In his love, find endless grace.
© deepanshu