Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Letter To lord Krishna

Standing alone on top a hill
Searching clouds for a divine figure
My Angry soul ready to kill
All vapors standing as barrier

Innocently they try to obstruct
Pure vision to my divine love
But, all mighty grab me to abduct
Making passage all above

Blow them away to disappear
And rebuke for the heinous crime
People blaming you, all I fear
Taking a stand for me all time.

Raising my hand to the sky
Hoping for the open arm
That special moment I die
Entering the palace full of charm

Oh Krishna, listen to the cry
Feeling your smell all I try
All this luxury makes me bleed
Reaching the divine all I need.
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