Kl14. Demon Dhenukasura Killed Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

KRISHNA LEELA

Years passed, Krishna and Balarama,
Both enjoyed their life in Vrindavana,
Daily with their friendly cowherds,
Dancing and singing in their wards.

The forest had variety of trees,
With many colourful flowers,
For their honey roamed the bees,
And the fruits ate all monkeys.

For rest came the chirping birds,
To treetop climbed the squirrels,
For their food hunted the animals,
They roamed in herds or singles.

The gentle breeze with sweet odour,
The abundant cattle green fodder,
The presence of clear fresh water,
They kept their life joyful and better.

Under a shady tree Krishna stood.
From His flute of bamboo wood,
The tunes turned to be so good,
To create a tranquilized mood

The music from His flute,
Kept all the animals mute,
The Deer and the tiger stood
Side by side in the wood.

A paradise of animal kingdom,
On their unfettered freedom,
A scene of love, no hatred it was,
His flute play was its cause.

The peacock with its wings spread,
To match the fine tunes it danced,
Wherever Krishna's flute played,
In this Heaven everyone stayed.

A Demon lived in that forest,
In the shape of ass the worst,
It observed their daily visit,
And waited for a chance to fight,

Its name was Dhenukasura,
With its hind legs, Balarama,
Received a strong violent kick,
But its legs He managed to pick.

He hurled it far above His head,
It came back, hit the ground dead,
They hailed His superior power.
He made all the Demons shiver

He was the Ananta Sesa Serpent,
Holding every ruling planet,
On His wide spread hoods,
O'er His thousands of heads.