Krishna .. my fixation

I want to write a treatise on you,

As you hold the ropes of my life,

Playing with it, enchanting me as you do,

Your stories, always a juvenescent elixir.

Please tell me, how was this skill bequeathed?

Who taught you to drive your devotees to victory?

All I know is you are a cowherd, you are just a rustic.

When did you become so elegant?

You are a lover, you relate to the woman’s mind.

When did you learn the art of politics?

You are just a boy, who grew up among curds and butter.

How could you melt all the iron fists?

You are just a flautist, who sang to animals in the forest,

How have you mesmerised the lofty five to play your tunes?

You are just a dark skinned misfit, who grew up away from riches

How did you make a princess kill the demons for you?

 Teasing the Gopikas all day, you must have  learnt the art of lying.

As you were herding the cows, leading came naturally!

 And the time you spent loving Radha, you mastered the art of negotiating.

while you were playing with your friends, you learnt the art of warfare.

You were a prince, but you grew up like a pauper.

You could have had whatever you wanted, but you only asked for curds and butter?

Company of few cowherds and love of the poor.

They all saw you as a friend, lover, naughty son and mischievous boy.

My limited mind cannot understand.

Reveal to me the fascinating journey of your life.

Reveal to me all the secrets you have not told the darlings of the Brindavan.

I have listened to your stories many times.

I want to know more.

Was there something you learnt in the brindavan?

Have you kept secrets from your own scribe?

I want to know more.

You were so busy in brindavan,

Always being naughty and playful.

Always making little girls cry

And their mothers unhappy.

Always stealing and running away

Never allowing even your mother to tie you down.

What can she do? Poor Yashoda.

She was no match for you.

She thought you were an errant child.

Always felt guilty  to punish you

Always kept an angry face, when all she wanted was to cuddle you.

She was fighting all her emotions within her.

Suddenly you left her and became a man

How could she understand you?

Now tell me, Did you really do all that?

Or you sent another Krishna to brindavan?

Did you silently go away to learn the life of a king?

Did you learn politics posing as someone else?

But you are Krishna, you can be anything.

You are the lord, you can see it coming.

So

I want to know more.