Kl19. Krishna And Gopis Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

KRISHNA LEELA

Krishna and Balarama shared,
While they tended and cared
All the cows and the calves,
A city-forest life in halves.

Krishna played His divine flute,
On the way, in the forest route,
Also His charming face cute,
Both made all the lives mute.

The Gopis minds were captivated,
Whenever the flute He activated,
They all became spell bound,
Hearing the sweet musical sound.

They always talked about Him,
His crown-peacock-feather-plume,
His bright yellow dresses,
His honey-soaked sweet kisses.

His lips flowed nectar they felt
This thro' the holes of His flute,
And on His way His footprints,
Shone as if set in colourful tints.

They were jealous of the flute,
That poured nectar more than what
They could from His lips get,
And why this partiality He let.

To their City Vrindavan,
They awaited His return,
To restore their Heaven,
With His presence by then.

In many ways they expressed,
In their daily moods depressed,
On His glories and times past,
In His absence what they've lost.

All the Gopis unmarried,
The same wish they carried,
That Krishna to be her husband,
For the beauty in Him they found.

One day, their dresses He stole,
When naked they were as a whole,
While in the river, the bath they took,
That created shame in their look.

With the Gopis like this He played,
To satisfy their minds that swayed,
They all became one with Him,
In their daily-life-river to swim.