कृष्ण लीला Vrindavan

In the heart of Vrindavan, where the Yamuna flows,
Lived the playful Krishna, whose charm endlessly grows.
With a peacock feather and a flute in hand,

He spread joy and love across the land.

The gopis would gather, enchanted by his song,
In the forest of Vrindavan, where they all belong.
His eyes, like lotus petals, sparkled so bright,
As he danced with the gopis under the moonlit night.

He stole their butter, and with it, their hearts,
Playing pranks with a grace that set him apart.
In the fields, he’d run, with laughter so pure,
A divine child, whose love was the cure.

In the Raas Leela, his form multiplied,
Every gopi felt special, with Krishna by her side.
He held the Govardhan Hill high in the sky,
To protect his people when the storm was nigh.

The flute’s sweet melody echoed far and wide,
Calling every soul to leave their pride.
In his Leela, there’s a lesson so deep,
In surrender to love, the soul does leap.

With Radha, his beloved, he shared a bond,
A love so pure, of which poets are fond.
Their union is the soul’s ultimate quest,
To merge with the divine, in eternal rest.

Through his playful acts, he taught the way,
To live in joy, come what may.
In Krishna’s Leela, we see life’s truth,
A journey of love, from age to youth.

As the sun sets and the day meets night,
Krishna’s Leela fills the world with light.
In every heart, his story remains,
A tale of love that forever sustains.