My Krishna Poem by sarwesh tiwari
My Krishna
My lord is smiling,
smiling for what?
for the little love i am giving,
or for the foolishness of my thoughts.
In an evening with him,
i swing his cradle,
i sing his lovely names,
he changes the face dull.
Oh...what charm he is having!
Oh...how much love he possess!
here for little i am craving,
there he is changing faces!
Here... I am talking about the illusion which i had experienced...
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4/28/2024 8:21:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear sarwesh I think your illusions are not only yours it happen with almost all