Benevolent Krishna Poem by sreelekha premjit
Benevolent Krishna
amid the clang of temple bells
the light of the evening diyas
surrounded by heads bowed in reverence
I stood
mute
overwhelmed
tears streaming
hands folded
the beauty of Krishna stupefied the senses
filling the soul with a pleasure divine.
I can feel it! Why do people call our loving Gods as Idols, when they themselves worship the statues and the unknown? Great poem! I like it!
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allegiance and love to gOd hands folded the beauty of Krishna stupefied the senses