A Mail To Mayakkannan

Darling Krishna, In that dispersed dream Into a vague painting You too dispersed in a stream Of blue and green leaving Me in a splendid awe To remark till now 'aha' In the cradle of my vision You sway like a tiny magician With your beauty splendour Smiling, chuckling to evince an ankle-biter On a banyan leaf so fertile Only to conceal in exile You slick up then a little grown Patting me not to search on Four armed, with conch and discus With mace and lotus Asking me to comment on your armour Narayana, only as an idol at Guruvayur Then you perform a new dance Taking me to a deadly trance On the serpent Kaaliya You then heave the hill Govardhana Simply on your little finger Soon you vanish ere I admire Blasting you come again as Narasimha Tear apart Hiranyakashipu.Mayakanna Countless were your deeds divine yonder Dreamt and only dreams recur Hey Ranganatha don't laze at leisure Me, impatient by your reclining posture You dream now of Puthana Breast-sucked to death by little Krishna Who enraptured Yashoda blooming Like lotus, aged three, so charming Should my dream come true Ranga, want my Krishna alone, true That chubby face with muddy mouth That muddy mouth with awed mirth Yashoda saw in a living cosmos.. Have I that repeated? ..Yes Consecrated by ablution of your divine melody Were'nt gopikas roaming around Your bansuri? Venugopal, pal of gopas Douse me too in your musical grace Hurry up Hari Prank and prattle for me Pop in Lord, I'm waiting