KRISHNA LEELA
Krishna, the child well grew up.
He began turning backside up.
His first Birthday came up.
So, a function was fixed up.
All the cowherd men,
With their lovely women,
Attended this grand function,
And enjoyed the celebration.
To the rhythmic band sound,
The people danced around.
Dressed colourfully they all
Played flower throw ball.
Krishna was given a bath.
Yasoda and Nanda both,
Gave their guests food,
Also gifts of cows and gold.
Close by a handcart,
The Child was kept.
Yasoda was too busy,
To hear His hunger-cry.
The handcart He picked,
And it fast He kicked,
Into pieces which broke,
At His first kick stroke.
Out came a dead demon,
From the pieces fallen,
Krishna knew this fact.
He swiftly did this act.
The crowd sang in praise,
As they found a surprise
At the Child’s prowess,
In a measure limitless.
The weary Kamsa this time,
He didn’t stop his crime,
And sent Trnavarta, a demon,
The most powerful one.
This demon, a whirlwind,
Chased the baby behind,
Fast lifted Him to the sky,
To crush Him, it made a try.
But He caught its neck,
And gave it a strong kick.
When its back He broke,
At once, it died of a choke.
From the sky, it fell down,
Its head smashed, hit by a stone,
All the people danced around
The demon’s body when they found.
It was a day for them to rejoice.
They praised Him in one voice
Yasoda took the Child on her lap.
Her lullaby coaxed Him to sleep.
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