Krishna’s Tale

Born amidst whispers of prophecy and fear,

In Mathura's embrace, Kanha did appear.

His eyes like pools of cosmic night,

And skin the hue of monsoon sky.

Butter he stole, gopis chased in glee,

His flute's sweet song, a melody.

With Radha danced, beneath the tree,

Their innocent love, for all to see.

Kansa, the tyrant, fear in his eyes,

Sent demons fierce, in dark disguise.

But Krishna fought, with valor bold,

Each foe he vanquished, stories untold.

Draupadi's honor, he did defend,

The Pandavas' friend, till very end.

With wisdom deep, and words so wise,

Guided Arjuna, towards righteous skies.

On Kurukshetra, the chariot He drove,

Arjuna's doubts, with wisdom He strove.

Bhagavad Gita, his words divine,

Echo through ages, forever shine.

Through forests deep and kingdoms grand,

He walked the path, helping every hand.

Defeating demons, with grace and might,

He brought forth justice, bathed in sunlight.