A garland of jasmines
adored his tender neck.
His complexion shined
like the midnight rain.
The peacock gave his pride
to him as a crown
The cows gave their love
to the lover of them all
The villagers gave him names
that he would cherish always
The mothers gave him butter
to satisfy his lovely face
He is the charmer of all
His charm in world-known
He is the saviour of all
his deeds immortally shownSome call him Krishna
Some Gopal and Manohar
He is the end and the start
The world is his own creation.First of the three poems I wrote today. This was written just very randomly while I was sitting among all the students. Just the words jasmine came into mind and I just wrote it like a garland of jasmine around his neck. And then devoted the poem to the charmer of all, to my bhagwan, to my Krishna.
Pardon me if I couldn't capture the proper essence of Krishna but I really just wrote it with my heart. What it said, I wrote
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