Krishna

All the life on this land and the skies that is born

All after our death that we think is away and gone

All the love that he showers while we are in search

All the joys like peacocks which dance and perch

All the songs and hymns that we sing in his name

All the colours and hues that he keeps in a frame

All the battles that he lets us fight, brave and take

All the peace with our mind and heart that we make

For reasons such boundless, blessings all priceless

We call our Lord, the soul supreme, the matchless

-R-