A voice from abode resounded on mata Devaki's wedding day,
That from her womb the Saviour would come, Kans he would slay.
From that day on she was enclosed in a dark prison room,
With Pitashreee Vasudev, a pious King, who was her newlywed groom.
One by one, as they were born, Seven apples of her eyes,
Killed by her cruel brother's hands,an immediate demise.
One shudders to imagine, her's and her dear husband's pain,
At witnessing a sight so dreadful time and time again.
But though their hearts were shattered, their faith remained intact,
With hope and faith, not dismay or ill-will did they react.
In storms, in flames, in burning pain, without complaints, they smile,
They knew one day he will come, though it may take a little while.
And then one dark and stormy night, before them He appears,
In Vishnu's form transcendental and divine to wipe their tears.
Their hearts were full of gratitude but they desired still,
To behold His childlike form, and with parental love to fill.
The birds of love and devotion sang again while taking their flight,
When the Great Krishna was born on a thunderous night.
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