Krishna (Janmashtami Occasion) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The shriek of the Divine Babe,
The breaking of the locks,
The transportation of the child
As per Divine Scheme of Things,
The Yamuna fickle with waters swirling
And the baboo-flake made basket placed overhead
And Vasudeva going to hand over at the dead of night so silently
To Nanda and Yasoda in their village,
How the charm and magic of the tale told and re-told
From age to age, generation to generation
With suspense, mystery, miracle and awe
As a never-ending hearsay?