Playing games with thousands of devotees, that is your art,
Playing your flute mesmering all, that is your big heart.
For entering and teasing their heart, pervading your love in all,
For butter stolen from the pots, creating love in hearts of all.
Of mischief welcomed with open arms, tearful depart at your goodbye,
For the world awaited with bated breath, at your miracles to come by.
To slay the evils, love profound you sent, in the heart anew found,
For message of the lord, you himself, you have to give and make it sound.
Unnerved the deeds of evil, good professed as changed the look of world,
Entered into my heart, playing thy mischief games as my world you changed around.
- Dr. Ira Shah
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