Krishna consciousness

               Krishna consciousness

Krishna! I beckon upon you
with your coxcomb like
Peacock feather stemming from
Your bluish forehead,
Yourself immersed in self,
Yet permeating the Universe,
Playing upon your nimble
flute emitting supple melancholy
Notes, Oh! Where are you now?
Oh! Krishna, I am the lone sufferer,
On the Seam of intended
seamless existence, it is
a sheer struggle for survival,
Long ago you said ‘ fight it out’
In the battlefield.
You addressed a different audience,
But is it possible for me now?
Unable to counteract the slings
and arrows and mud
cast in a subtle way?
Why Krishna this pallid
State of confusion?
The battle delivered a
Message for all times.
The Gita was born,
The Gita is torn asunder,
Pages are misread, under suspension,
Oh! Krishna, come to reset,
Be a devout surgeon to
Perform this lobotomy,
Krishna ! be apart of us.