My heart is a sanctrum to my love Lord
Iam his humble son living in him
His flute singing in a beautiful chord
His seraphic eyes, place of stellar swim
My mind dwells in his cosmic realm of truth
His beauty instils pious rays in me
His idol itself glistens light of soothe
He stealed my heart as he did with ghee
As my despondent heart cries out so loud
For unwanted pleasures and fruits for acts
His gifted verses asked why am I proud
While Krishna is reason for all thy acts
Iam a toy in game of Almighty
To perform selfless action, my duty.