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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