A Light that is source of all the lights
Desired to take birth on a night!
The formless that forms all the forms
Decided to take a baby form!
With skin in colour, deep dark blue!
And rosy lips, to butter chew!
With silky, smooth and curly hair!
And eyes that resemble a lotus pair!
To grant us all an eternal bail
The judge was born in a locked up jail!
Wrapped up in a soft yellow silk
He too cried for mother's milk!
With eyes that filled with tears, brim
His father and mother worshipped him.
Peace, bliss and joy filled the air
And every cell of the lucky pair!
Seeing their devotion, the smile maker smiled
Blessed by which, they too smiled!
Thus was born the King of kings!
Whose matchless praise, every wise man sings!
Happy Krishna Jayanthi!
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