Krishna Poem by dr. ram sharma

KRISHNA
HAR PRASAD SHARMA
As Krishna goes, some heavy deep sighs,
while others fall on earth and there lie,
they hide their faces with paems and weep,
saying` Krishna, Krishna` in distress deep,
they think of Krishna and they moan,
they feel without him all alone,
longing to see his moon like face,
in vain, they run from place to place,
their trembling tongue, piteous cry,
` come, Krishna, Krishna, or we shall die