The Divine Play of Krishna

In the heart of time, where the stars do gleam, Appears a form, like a mystical dream. A thousand shapes, a thousand hues, Each a promise, each a muse. As Matsya, the fish, he swims through the tides, Carrying the Vedas where wisdom abides. In Kurma, the tortoise, beneath the sky, He holds the universe as time passes by. Varaha, the boar, with strength untold, Lifted the earth from the ocean so cold. In Narasimha, with fury and might, He destroyed the dark to bring forth light. Vamana, the dwarf, with a humble stride, Took the heavens and earth in one step wide. Parashurama, with axe in hand, Sought justice and peace across the land. As Rama, the king, with valor and grace, He fought for truth in every place. Krishna, the lover, the flute in his hand, He danced with the world, a divine command. Buddha, the sage, with wisdom profound, Taught the path of peace where stillness is found. Kalki, the future, with sword to raise, Will bring the end to the darkest days. In each avatar, Krishna’s love shines bright, A beacon of truth, a guiding light. Through every form, he teaches the way, To rise from darkness, to a new day..