Birth of a God

" Hey you Buffalo, look sharp
or Kansa will skin your hide ----
His Majesty's worried stiff
the Eighth One is 'bout to 'rrive !"
@ the Stroke of Midnight the Guards they fell asleep
the shackles fell off & the Dungeon refused to
keep :
the Wondrous Lil' Babe : Radiantly Blue-Black
Devaki's Eighth Child was born in a Prison-barrack .......

the Yamuna River was in spate , but the trees were softly swayin'
there was a melody in the air the World
seemed to be sayin'
" O welcome Lord ; rescue us from this Tyrant
under his misrule we shed tears , groan 'n pant
!"
it was the Night of the New Moon
'n Darkness did prevail
inside Kansa slept fitfully
outside the Palace, Owls did wail .....
"Devaki give me the Babe , outside I must take Him
or else your brother the monster will kill'im !"
" must you Husband dear take away this darling
see how He smiles : He makes no effort@ cryin' ?"
it is said the Yamuna parted like Moses's Sinai
& Vasudev took Lord Krishna holdin' Him dry'n high
placed Him in friend Nanda's bedroom
& stole Yashoda's daughter in a switcheroo'
" Devaki , sister , wake up gimme the Newborn Babe
"
in the next morn' anxious Tyrant rushed down
red eyed , sleepy , forgettin' to shave ....
the Legend is lengthy 'n Long
much more Delicious than mere porn
here Krishna is the Protagonist
but sweet Readers , let's hear
Old Timer's take on this ..........