To kill the cruel which sky had sworn
Born in the prison between night and day
Moon was half with midnight ray
Fighting the rains in serpents shelter
On Father's head in floods and water
Grown with love of entire village
The lord was favourite to every age
Beautiful rhythm from the wooden flute
Peacocks feather was the symbol of cute
Leader of calves, known for his flirts
Ruler of love was killer of hearts
His smallest finger was powerful enough
To lift the mountain standing so tough
Above the blood are the relations
Message he gave with his creations
Born to Devaki, with Yashoda he was grown
Lesson of this motherhood is still wellknown
Friendship for sudama was his childhood story
One meet was richer to end his poverty
Love and affection with Radha was so pure
Their love is immortal with distance to endure
Draupadi's humiliation was saved by brother
No demons survived against unbeatable warrior
Guide to Arjuna on the path of Karma
Saviour of society which followed the dharma
We worship this lord which has many names
He taught us to lead the life with aims
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