Krishna On A Rainy Night Poem by Arti Chopra

This is the story of a memorable night
a story that, gave me much foresight.,
into the wonders of His miracles,
things that simply cannot be explained
happenings that He must have ordained,
for people like you and me,
to realise and feel,
He is always there,
and He will always be...
It was the night of independence day,
after partying with friends, we were happy and gay,
decided to go and look for some food,
though all shops were closed,
we were in a hopeful mood,
the rain poured down in a relentless drizzle,
chances of a restaurant open, seemed to fizzle,
and then we spied this small little place,
entered, and ordered a heap of food,
when it arrived, it really smelt good,
we had our fill among much laughter and merrymaking,
with voracious appetites, the heavenly food partaking,
we finished, and got up to go outside,
and lo and behold, it was then that we spied,
a beautiful little boy, in bedraggled rags,
in his hand he held, indpendence day flags,
near him stood his mother, hovering protectively,
and there were a few more beggars around, begging actively,
but this one little boy, a special radiance he emitted,
holding out the flags, our attention he solicited,
we were hypnotized, enraptured, the feeling unexplainable
was this Krishna himself? , the thought unimaginable...
what was this feeling that held us spellbound?
so great was his beauty....the halo around...
perfection in face, a demeanour so godly
we felt an experience, unreal, unwordly,
we took all the flags and gave him money generously,
further spellbound, when he smiled wondrously...
we carried on to our cars, compelled to look behind,
and as we did that, we were shocked to find,
all others were there, but He had gone
leaving us wondering and perplexed till the morn,
was it Krishna himself in the guise of a beggar child?
the memory haunted us and at times drove us wild,
never have been to explain that night.........
that visit from Krishna,
that heavenly sight.........
few people are priveleged to have such a visitation
from that day onwards such joy, such elation,
I did believe in miracles, but never had experienced one
will always remain with me, like my own private sun,
a sun whose light made me wonder and realise,
indeed it was Lord Krishna
in the beggar childs guise........
and I thank God again and yet again
for that wonderful experience, in the rain
that night embedded forever in my mind
thank you God for being so very kind....