English poem–Krishna

He killed with his bewitching smiles.

He walked in a strangely divine rhythm.

He laughed with us like a kid.

He doted on us like a mother.

His gait was thunderously self-assuring and confidence instilling.

His glance was benedictory and magnetizing.

His gestures were subtle but pregnant with immense significance.

He is the one I look for…

He is the one I find everywhere…

He is the one I find in me.



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