स्पंदन | Heartbeat.
The birth of Krushn, herald of the bloom,
In prison's grip, he claimed a throne of foam.
His features shone, a light beyond compare,
Manmohak visage, rivaling the dawn,
With radiance bright as sun's first tender ray,And serenity of Himalayas drawn.
His skin, a canvas of the night so deep,
Where secrets whispered through the velvet hair,
His eyes, twin orbs where countless stars do leap,
A cosmic dance, their brilliance laid bare.
Yet cruel fate awaited in that dark cell,
As parents wept, in sorrow's deep embrace,
To Yashoda, their son would safely dwell,While Kansa's wrath would seek to leave no trace.
A daughter born, the cruel path was set,But divine intervention weaves the thread,
As Devaki's heart with prophecy was met,A promise of the end for Kansa's dread.From trembling hands, she flew like a soft breeze,A goddess cloaked in wisdom, pure and free,Each word she spoke, a fate none could appease,"Krushn's might, the world would one day see."
In Yashoda's arms, a celestial bloom,
Young Krushn, with eyes like sapphires bright,
His laughter echoed through the moonlit room,
A symphony of joy, dispelling night.
With curls like raven's wings, a silken crown,
He'd wriggle free, a mischievous delight.
Her gentle hands would stroke his curls with pride,
As lullabies brought forth his dreams in flight.
"Kanha, soja ," her voice a soft embrace,
While stars bore witness to their sacred bond,
But shadows loomed, as Kansa's wicked schemes.
His tiny hands, imbued with cosmic might,
Would crush the demons sent by Kansa's fear,
Putana, Sakatasura, in their plight,
Fell victim to his touch, a nascent spear.
Trinavarta, Bakasur, aghasura too,
All met their doom, before his eyes of blue.
A tapestry of love unfurled, unbowed,
For Radha's heart, in utter thrall, was led,
To follow Krushn, where his flute resounded.
The gopis, enraptured, lost in his sway,
Their earthly bonds dissolved, their spirits free,
In Raas Leela's ecstasy, they'd sway,
With naught but Krushn, their divinity.
A humble hill, beneath a clouded night,
Where Indra's fury, fierce and fast,
Had sought to crush the faithful, break their trust,
But Krushn's grace, a shield against the storm,
Had lifted Govardhan, all in dust,
And shattered Indra's pride, leaving him forlorn.
