Poems ✍️

KRISHNA LEELA
"Oh, my dear Lord Krishna,
The most popular Rajasuya-yagna,
Kindly allow me to perform,
The first one You're, I now inform."
"All the demigods should know,
From this great grand show,
That You're the Supreme ever remain,
Heaven or earth, in every domain."
"Your servant we're, everyone,
In whatever planet lives anyone,
We all know you're the one,
As a super Soul here born."
"Your lotus feet those who worship,
And chant the name of your Lordship,
Do escape from birth and death cycle,
Back they go to Your divine circle."
"As a Super soul, no doubt, You sit,
A Devotee or not, in their inner heart,
To everyone, You always act impartial,
And You see them all as equal."
This prayer of King Yudhisthira,
With his deep love, heard Krishna,
Who assured him all the success,
In the proposed Rajasuya sacrifice.
The King Yudhisthira's sovereignty,
All the kings accepted it as mighty,
Barring the one, King Jarasandha,
Of the powerful kingdom Magadha.
This strong enemy to conquer,
Krishna came with a plan super,

To engage him in a single combat,
Not to drag his huge army in fight.
The powerful fighter Bhima,
And the skilful archer Arjuna,
Went along with Lord Krishna,
Disguised as Brahmins to Girivraja.
Jarasandha respected all Brahmins,
This was one of the reasons,
Why they went in that guise,
As it appeared a better choice.
Though enemy, he wasn't less wise
To guess who were they in disguise,
Yet so noble was he to grant,
His life even, if they want.
Krishna called him for a duel,
With any one he found equal.
To fight with Bhima he preferred,
He ridiculed Krishna as a coward.
He thought from Mathura,
Krishna went to Dwaraka,
Out of fear for safety He ran,
To face his army rather than.
In a combat to challenge,
Arjuna was young in age,
So he consider him unfit,
To match him for a fight,
Non-stop for days, twenty-seven,
The fight went on and on,
But none in the fight won.
How long this could go on?
The secret Krishna knew how
Jarasandha should be killed now.
He took a twig, tore it into two,
Far aside the two parts He threw.

In two parts, the king was born,
From two mothers, one fine morn,
Found useless they were thrown,
As unfit to sit and rule the throne.
Jara, a witch, joined them two,
To make it one, she carefully sew,
As an adept in black magic skill,
She brought him alive by a spell.
This clue Bhima got in his mind.
He waited for a chance to find,
And caught the king's legs to pull,
When he slipped down and fell.
Into two parts his body was torn,
And pieces were far away thrown.
Krishna hailed Bhima's success,
That brought out the peace process.
Sahadeva was the deceased king's son.
They installed him on the throne then,
Released the captives from the prison,
Thus the sacrifice they finally won.