Kl10. Krishna Plays With Yasoda Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

KRISHNA LEELA

When Yasoda was churning butter,
Child Krishna cried with hunger,
On her lap down she laid Him.
Her breast milk she gave Him.

The hot milk on kitchen stove,
Slowly began to rise above,
O'er the brim, it might spill,
So, she didn't wait then until.

Krishna out of His anger,
With half finished hunger,
Broke the pot with a stone,
When she left Him alone.

Out of fear for His mother,
He went to corner another.
On a big wooden mortar,
He sat and ate some butter.

He ran out when she came,
She also ran behind Him,
He ran hither and thither,
Thus He dodged His mother.

Finally He was caught,
Her eyes turned red hot,
But moved by His tears,
She left Him with no fears.

She went round to find,
A long a rope to bind,
With more ropes added,
Still He couldn't be tied.

When she became tired,
The naughty boy pitied.
He allowed His mother,
To tie Him to the mortar.

He kept on slowly crawling,
The mortar also was rolling,
It came, two trees, in between,
And He got stuck up then.

With a force He gave a pull,
The trees two down then fell.
They crashed on the ground,
With a terrible "thud" sound.

Two misbehaved Kubera's sons,
Just they learn their lessons,
Narada cursed them as Arjuna trees,
To remain thus for hundred years.

Released from the curse old,
This story they both told.
Towards their destination own,
They went back to the Heaven.

Lord Krishna's healing touch,
Brings relief to those affected much,
It's true, to all the surrendered souls,
He helps, to attain their desired goals.