Kl51. Krishna And Balarama At Kurukshetra Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Kl51. Krishna And Balarama At Kurukshetra



KRISHNA LEELA

At Kurukshetra, the holy place,
On the day, there was no trace
O'er the sky of the Sun's face,
Solar eclipse shutting the rays.

People from city far and near,
Came and assembled there,
Amidst dances and fanfare,
To watch this scene rare.

It was another pleasant sight,
For Krishna to be at the site,
With Balarama, his brother,
In that unusual rainy weather.

The Sun covered by clouds well,
And the incessant rain that fell,
Made their life, as if in hell,
It was a terrible picture to tell?

All of them had their dip,
In the water up to their hip,
In each Parasurama's lake,
For their holy bath to take.

The blood of kings He killed,
In five lakes He dug and filled
At Samanta-pancaka, its name,
A sacred place it then became.

Akrura, Vasudeva and Ugrasena,
Gada, Samba and Pradyumna,
The chiefs among Yadu dynasty,
All were assembled in that party.

Yadus were devotees of Krishna,
And his elder brother Balarama,
They held them in high devotion,
And none else in their holy vision.

Her brother Vasudeva, the King,
Kuntidevi met in the gathering.
In the forest how she was suffering
To him in detail she was explaining.

His side, Vasudeva also told her,
That his life was no better,
For days he was made to suffer,
In prison with punishment stiffer.

Vasudeva pacified her sister,
With all compassion, as a brother
Said, things move only at His will,
But she had to play her part still

Krishna's mother Devaki,
Balarama's mother Rohini,
Embraced mother Yasoda,
In the presence of Krishna.

Present was there King Nanda,
Who embraced King Vasudeva,
They both exchanged pleasantries,
And also news of their countries.

The Gopis of Vrindavana,
Left not free Lord Krishna,
They swarmed Him around,
And hugged Him love bound.

To Dvaraka Krishna called them,
But to Vrindavana they invited Him,
As their Heaven they held it,
In His memories very pleasant.

His glories in a group song
They sang, dancing in a throng,
Their hearts for His love ever craved,
Them, they believed, He always saved.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leon Moon 23 March 2018

Hey I loved this! My newest one is similar, but the 'heart' is merely in a different direction, creating a different form of poetry. Would like to know what you think! Peace

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Rajaram Ramachandran

Rajaram Ramachandran

Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India
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