KRISHNA LEELA
After a very long time Balarama,
Started on a chariot for Vrindavana,
Anxious to meet Nanda, his father
And Yasoda, his dear most mother.
To see him, the boys and girls raced,
With all the cheers, they embraced.
Warm greetings were exchanged,
The entire atmosphere got changed.
Eyes full of tears, his parents shed,
Inside the palace, him they led.
To speak, no words they found,
As with deep joy, they were bound.
His happy days Balarama spent.
In his company the gopis went
And in their usual rasa dance,
They were almost lost in trance.
One day when he was happy,
To change its course nearby,
The River Yamuna he ordered,
But his command she ignored.
To teach the river a lesson,
And make her simply listen,
He made closeby a scratch deep,
With his plough edged sharp.
The river came in a rush,
And flowed with a gush,
To satisfy his command,
Also the gopis' demand.
They enjoyed the bath,
And followed his foot path,
Wherever he calmly went,
The days happily they spent.
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