Hare krsna
Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada
I came accross the following poem by complete chance - absolutely beautiful!
From an early age, Lord Krishna stole butter
In Gokul, he always did create a flutter
He broke earthen pots with a flourish
For the Lord, there was no need of cup or dish
The village of Gokul was surrounded by meadows
Around Mount Govardhan and its shadows
The Yamuna swept past in slow undulation
The pastures green with verdant vegetation
The cows and c