Sant Surdas

(1478 - 1581 / India)

Krishna Wanting The Moon - Poem by Sant Surdas

Mother, the moon I want as my toy.
I will roll on the floor,
Not come to your lap,
Nor have my hair-braid combed.
No longer will I be your child
I will only be Nand baba's boy.
Listen son, come to me
There's a secret from bal we can hide.
Hiding her smile, Yasoda said,
I'll give you a brand new bride.
Quick then, Mother, I swear by you
A wedding is what I'd like.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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