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
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