O my little Krishna, where are you?
My eyes are tired searching you holding a pot full of butter...
Oh Maiyya...! Iam all here in your heart, each and everywhere, see me in a tree or in a lake, in a cow or in clouds...
Skies are dark Maiyya and my world is in danger, I have to save them from this corona pandemic...
Though, I am the creator, destroyer and saviour, now there is serenity, my mother earth is filled with greenery, fruits and flowers, beauty of nature and innosence of animals is visible..
O my dear little Krishna, you must be hungry, tired and sleepless my boy
Don't worry Maiyya, Now i am in every house in every prayers, eating, sleeping and resting...
Where there is worship there I am
Where there is believe there I am
Where there is patience there I am
Where there is love there I am...
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