Krishna's Paradise!
Yesterday night
Stress, strife, turmoil
Struck me hard;
Heavy head
Tossing and turning
For no rhyme or reason
Sleep deprived me
At every implore.
A glass of water,
Flipping the pages,
Of books, magazines;
Diverting the mind,
With something to read;
Yet sleep refused
its refuge unto me.
A little chanting,
A little munching,
Appeasing the mind,
looked for reason,
All possible Manouveres;
But everything failed me.
Finally Chaurasia's flute recital,
Very akin to Krishna's divine song,
Came to my rescue.
In that moment something transpired;
Flowing on the notes of the flute,
I lay in Krishna's refuge like a child;
Stroking my head with that gentle loving smile,
placed my head on his cosy pillow;
I smiled at him, shut my eyes,
sleep took charge of me.
Opening the door ,
to the other realms
Of Krishna's Paradise.
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