Guest guest Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 The Marvel of the Lord by EZHUTHACHAN ---------------------- The colourful peacock feathers fixed in a row And brought together and tied up on the top With the heavy tresses so like dark clouds, The jewelled diadem with its glitter and glow, The dangling little curls on the forehead, The tiny particles of dust on them, The tilak too moist with sweat, The beauty of the brows that keep moving To create, protect and destroy and world, The eyes that reflect the changing sentiments With pity and compassion for the lowly and Anger towards the cruel and the wily, Love for the lovely, wonder at the squabble, Laughter for the stupid, terror for the foes, The cheeks that reflect the jewelled ear-rings, The lotus face, the nose with, beads of sweat, The glowing smile and the lovely lips, Garlands swaying on the breast Made of tulsi and lotus and and tender leaves, Strings of rubies and Kaustubha jewel Around the neck, the whip in hand The breast smeared with kumkum, The bright yellow clothes, the anklets, The twin lotus feet, as in my heart, So saw I clearly in the chariot to my joy ------ Shree Krishna in the battlefield of Kurukshetra. Jai Shree Krishna ! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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