KRISHNA LEELA
The King Nanda, his foster father,
And Yasoda, his foster mother,
Were blessed with a male child,
In the dark hours of the world.
The truth remained unfound,
But their joy knew no bound.
During the Birth day celebration,
That went on in a grand jubilation.
The entire atmosphere changed,
As greetings were exchanged,
With gifts of food, cow, and gold,
To mark the birth of the child.
The charm of the God Child,
Brought the young and old,
To the height of their happiness,
As they danced with joy limitless.
The celebration to an end came,
The talk of Krishna’s name,
Cheered everyone’s mind
In their Heaven new kind.
After this, Nanda went to Mathura,
To pay the annual taxes to Kamsa.
It was here Vasudeva met him,
And exchanged greetings with him.
Nanda told, “My dear Vasudeva,
In the cruel hands of Kamsa,
All your children were killed,
And you spent days sorrow-filled.”
“The destiny plays its vital roles,
In its hands, we are but dolls,
What shall happen do happen,
Such things are pre-written.”
“My dear brother, ” Vasudeva replied,
“Much on the Kamsa we never relied,
From the prison, we were released,
But on the prophecy he’s still displeased.”
“To Gokula soon, better you return,
Before troubles anywhere in turn,
These merciless demons create,
Their crimes do never abate.”
After paying taxes Nanda returned,
With the warning, of what he heard,
To face any worst situation ahead
On the God Child, so much he relied.
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