Kl11. More Demons Killed Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

KRISHNA LEELA

The two giant old trees,
In the absence of any breeze,
They fell down suddenly how?
It came as a wonder now.

There arose this question,
In the lips of everyone,
It was a talk of the town,
None could find the reason.

One after another the events,
Disturbed His worried parents.
They prayed for His protection,
Free from Kamsa's persecution.

Krishna's miracles so many,
It appeared on the surface funny,
But His own power display,
Puzzled them all every day.

The fruit vendor's story,
Further enhanced His glory
She gave Krishna fruits a few,
He spared some grains in lieu.

Her basket was filled
With jewels of gold.
What a big boon His was,
Though her gift small was?

On the bank of Yamuna,
Both Balaram and Krishna,
With the other little children
They enjoyed their day's fun.

They forgot their food time,
When their mothers every time,
They rushed towards them,
To remind and feed them.

The Demons' menace increased,
Peace in the land decreased,
To move them all to Vrindavan
King Nanda took a bold decision.

Govardhana Hills near Vrindavan,
For fodder it was a famous town,
Where they can well survive,
And the cattle worry-free live.

It was a long tough march,
For them to move and reach,
The hill side of Vrindavan,
The place of their chosen one.

The beauty of Vrindavana,
The charm of hill Govardhana,
The gurgling River Yamuna,
Attracted Balarama and Krishna.

In that atmosphere pleasant,
Their play life daily went.
The cattle grazed stomach full
With grass available plentiful.

In disguise as calf a Demon,
They found once, in between
Other calves, that came to mingle,
With their own grazing cattle.

Its hind legs Krishna caught,
To the treetop height threw it,
It fell down with a "thud, "
Broke its head and died.

It was a day of celebration,
For Vrindavan in reverberation,
It was drowned in jubilation,
At this wonderful demonstration.

To the Yamuna River front,
The boys, one day, went,
And reached the water brink
For their cattle to drink

They saw in the river bank,
A heron with a large beak,
It was a Demon Bakasura,
Who came there to kill Krishna.

It wide opened its beak,
Swallowed Him in one suck,
But suffered a throat-choke,
And it coughed Him out back.

Its beak in two halves,
Like a blade of grass,
Into pieces as He tore,
It fell dead on the shore.

On so many days,
In so many ways,
He proved to them,
He was the God Supreme.