Krishnaa !
You are not just within the heart
but the very pulse of its every beat
Not only for those who gather around you
at Gurupavanpuri, but for those far away—
yet still drawn near to your eternal shrine!!

Young, beautiful, pretty girls
adorned in ethnic vibrant attire
try alluring you, fasting in your name
seeking you as their chosen one
or one like you as their destined better half!!

Eyes filled with hope and prayers on their lips
married women send their whispers
right from their soul to touch yours’
to cradle you as their child
And for a child of their longing!!

And then generations of grandmothers
Weaving your tales of mischief and play
lovingly preserving memories of you,
cherishing all their faith in gratitude
Hoping for peaceful fade!!
Krishnaa....
How do you see them all?
How do you hear them all?
In the ocean of voices calling out to you
Do you even hear my voice?
My whispers, my prayers and my yearnings?
And when will you answer to it? Krishnaa…..!!