Bala Gopal

In Gokul's lanes at break of day,
A little smile lights every way.
With peacock feather, curls so bright,
He fills the world with pure delight.

Tiny footprints on the floor,
Butter pots are safe no more.
With sparkling eyes and playful grin,
He steals our hearts—not just the cream within.

His flute may rest beside His hand,
Yet love flows softly through the land.
Each joyful laugh, each gentle glance,
Invites the soul to sing and dance.

Mother Yashoda calls His name,
But Bala Gopal plays His game.
He hides behind the calves so small,
The dearest child beloved by all.

Though but a child in human sight,
He is the Lord of endless light.
In every heart where love is true,
Bala Gopal shines anew.

O Little Krishna, sweet and kind,
Bring peace to every heart and mind.
With innocence, devotion, and grace,
May we forever seek Your face.

Jai Shri Bala Gopal!

                        -Indrajeet Tyagi