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Krishna , My savior, my lord, my God. Yours is the hand I held, whenever in the dark abyss of despair I fell. Yours is the gaze that met mine, whenever I was questioned by those who I thought were mine. You are the one who gave me strength, to forgive & forget all and begin again. Yours is the soothing touch I felt, when the only thing that was mine was pain. Yours are the feet I touch, when happiness overwhelms me so much. Only to you I bow my head. The communication between us is always unsaid. Yours is the presence that surrounds me. Your protection I always feel around me. You’ve made me a believer, I take your name. O Krishna, come visit me again!!!
On the 3rd of May'04 at around 1'O' clock in the morning as I was writing this poem,I saw Krishna.It is a sight i will never forget for as long as I live.I had always heard that God says to all his devotees "Call me from your heart,and I will be there".That morning I saw it happening. To the believer,no proof is required.To the non-believer,no proof is enough.
~ Mayuri Sharma ~
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