Little Krishna

Oh God!
You sit on the grey stone
Stealing creamy white butter from the golden pot
your lotus feet, your sweet eyes
A face that is as adorable as a new born puppy
you are decked with golden jewellery from head to toe
A peacock feather in your raven black hair
You wear a multi colour Dhoti
You little cheeky monkey stealing butter from houses
yet you are very holy inside
the whole universe is in your tiny mouth
your eyes holds all the memories of my past
you live out your days in your cabinet
watching everything that is going on
Behind you, you have a history
of the time you laid on my hands
a sentimental value ran through my spine
you look so majestic
Oh! i had wished you came alive
You are my darling Krishna