Sovan's song for Krishna

In a quiet room where shadows play, Sovan sits as night meets day, With pen in hand and heart aglow, He writes of Krishna, the love he knows. The walls adorned with tales of old, Of vibrant legends, brave and bold, With every stroke, his spirit flies, A dance of colors beneath the skies. "O Krishna, in your playful grace, You fill the void, you light the space. With flute in hand, you call the breeze, In every note, my heart finds ease." The moonlight spills upon his page, Each word a whisper, a sacred sage. He conjures scenes of Gokul's fields, Where joy abounds and laughter yields. "With every step upon the earth, You teach us love, you show us worth. In battles fought and hearts laid bare, Your presence lingers everywhere." Sovan writes of Radha's sigh, Of love that soars, of pain that tries. A bond unbroken, deep and true, In every heartbeat, it sings anew. He dreams of nights by Yamuna's shore, Of playful splashes, of tales of yore. "Your mischief brings the stars alive, In every moment, my soul will thrive." As ink flows freely, his thoughts entwine, With every verse, he feels divine. "Let me be like the gopis' song, In harmony with you, where I belong."