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1- Krishna Veni

Unruly waves of curly hair,

Black as the darkest midnight,

Mirror that reflects those locks of mine

With nothing left to imagine,

Krishna veni- The dark haired beauty,

Or so they call me.

But never did they realize,

And nor did I,

That those ink black unruly curls-

Were same as the ones Krishna had.

But never did they realize,

And nor did I,

When priests preached that

God is everywhere.

But, in the mirror-

Reflected back

Are those charcoal curls

The irony lingers.

Forever it shall-

Krishna veni.

Funny. Isn't it?

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Veni of Krishna

But still-

Never they will realize

And nor will I

That God living in us all !