Little Krishna

by Jivananda dasa

Oh, little Krishna

Howe is it we know of your pastimes?

Sitting on your Mother’s knee

Did you eat clay?

Your friends say you did

Open Your mouth and we shall see

And just like a normal little boy

You opened your mouth

Your mother was not ready for what she saw

Many universes and all your faces

And her taking you on her lap

Only your whole creation, that’s all

But did she know you were god?

Did she give her humble obiesances to You?

No! She believes You’re her son

And in her selfless service

She loves you as a mother

How is it you stole the butter from next door?

Do you think it tastes better?

The neighbors are complaining about you

But they only love You more

Punish you? They wouldn’t let her.

So now little Krishna, steal my heart.

How can you steal when everything is yours?

It is only Your playfulness!

How can you be everywhere but still going?

Yes, it is only Your playfulness!!