A baby was born
in an isolated prison
only to be separated
that too for a reason.
Breaking seven bars
crossing the sea
taking his flower out on his head
vasudev dropped his heart
on another mother's lap.
Crying of the everpresent
when heard the villagers at dawn,
then danced in joy
at the charmers delight,
who in his cradle is praising the crowd
with twinkling eyes.
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