Krishna
He rose to his feet
Clutching his precious flute
Bright yellow silk cloth
Shining like the noonday sun
Draped around his waist
Diamonds, gold and lapis lazuli
Adorned his beautiful blue hued physic
Gorgeous peacock feather
Added glory to his lovely curly locks
A cute smirk was all that was needed
To light up the day
His charm
His love
His wisdom
The world could not ask for more
Be blessed by Krishna
Never to forget
The pots of butter
Stolen by the mischievous thief
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