THE BIRTH OF DIVINITY
One night, a divine child was born in dungeon
He was the God of love, tenderness and compassion,
The landscape of a holy river, which speaks of a story
Of Lord Krishna, whose birth brought immense glory.
A blue-black skinned little child,
With unique twinkle in his eyes,
Who demolished all demons around,
And became the smile of every living self around.
Leaving his beloved Radha
Murlidhar headed back to Mathura
Slayed the wicked Kansa’s superiority
And restored his father to the authority.
Now the time was of war,
Between Kauravas and Pandavas
Where he befriended Arjuna
And gave the immortal dialogue of Bhagvad Gita.
Today, Janamashtami is celebrated all around
With temples filled with the pious crowd
With immense joy and jubilation
And frolics and jollification.
One night, a divine child was born in dungeon
He was the God of love, tenderness and compassion
The landscape of a holy river, which speaks of a story
Of Lord Krishna, whose birth brought immense glory.