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                                                                                                                                       A Monsoon Sight








                                K-          Krishna was an avatar of Vishnu!                                                           Amidst the drops that drizzle,

                                                             Krishna!                                                                  And the dark clouds that settle


                                R-            Recognized by his beauty! Oh                                                             The tall trees that merrily beckon
                                                             Krishna!                                                                  The thin streams flowing rarely reckon.


                                I-       Incarnation of Shri Hari! Oh Krishna!                                                         The tiny insects gather safely
                                                                                                                                       The tall people gather unwillingly.

                                S-          Shri Bhagvad Geeta was told to                                                             The rain that pours in stories
                                                            Arjun by                                                                   The moments captured in glories.
                                                    Krishna! Oh Krishna!
                                                                                                                                       I see a boat, a tale, a mystery, a ray

                                H-          Hare Krishna! Our Makhan Chor!                                                             Like life passing by without regrets and a say.

                                                                                                                                       Amidst the distant mountains I see the sun,
                                N-                     Nathkat Krishna!                                                                A new dawn, A new day, and it seems like fun.


                                A-         An Acrostic Poem of our Krishna!                                                            By Vaishak M Raj
                                                                                                                                       (Dance Educator and Deputy DP CAS coordinator)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                 A DUEL

                                             By Aryan, Krishnav and Raunak
                                                             (MYP 1)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                OF FATE






                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Bringer of Death,
            Krishna's                                                                                                                                                                                             No matter what you do,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I call upon thee,


                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I refuse to pay your fee,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Our lives are flying,
            Luminous                                                                                                                                                                                         In the end, this will end with
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I wish I was lying,


                                                                                                                                                                                                                            one of us dying.

            Grace                                                                                                                                                                                               By Veer Chaudhary (DP 2)









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