With skin the color of monsoon sky,
He plays his flute, a lullaby.
Krishna, the dancer, with eyes so bright,
A mischievous glint in their depths of light.
Peacocks dance to his playful tune,
Gopis yearn beneath the harvest moon.
He wields the discus, a cosmic ring,
Protecting all with the strength he brings.
In swirling battles, a warrior bold,
Teaching Arjuna truths yet untold.
The Bhagavad Gita, wisdom's key,
Unveiling the soul for all to see.
Butter thief, with a crown of peacock plume,
Krishna's love forever in bloom.
He bridges heaven and the earthly plane,
The embodiment of joy, easing all pain.
Be Happy, Dont Be Sad
| Rank | Name | Points |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Manish_5 | 408 |
| 2 | Srivats_1811 | 287 |
| 3 | Infinite Optimism | 125 |
| 4 | Sarvodya Singh | 116 |
| 5 | AkankshaC | 93 |
| 6 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
| 7 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
| 8 | Rahul Gupte | 66 |
| 9 | June | 55 |
| 10 | Anshika | 53 |
| Rank | Name | Points |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Udeeta Borpujari | 551 |
| 2 | Srivats_1811 | 311 |
| 3 | Sarvodya Singh | 279 |
| 4 | Rahul_100 | 250 |
| 5 | AkankshaC | 195 |
| 6 | Infinite Optimism | 179 |
| 7 | Anshika | 152 |
| 8 | Kimi writes | 150 |
| 9 | Wrsatyam | 148 |
| 10 | aditya sarvepalli | 139 |
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