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Panchajanyam Blown
One of those many times again now
To count your attendance to me
On some special issue as to how
All the good folks are not free
From so many kamsas here who row
Readily to dine merrily merrily
Over the innocents.Your herd of cow
Am i at your sacred feet.Your Mercy!
Time for you sharply to blow
Your Panchajanyam declaring not a fiery
War but an outbursted nectar to flow
To the other side of this heavy
Planet for the good people who sow
So much hope in you.In urgency!
Krishna! come along with 'Amruth'just now
To protect us.Pretend to be friendly
But in real hostile with kamsas to tow
Them dead to hell.'Done hastily,
Bespoken'-yes, your viewing eyes should show.
poem
by
Indira Renganathan
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