My first lullaby ,I have written for my son years ago !

Oh lord Krishna ,look at my own sweet little Krishna !

He might not possess a peacock feather on his hair like you , 

but happy is his heart , bliss is his soul  like a dancing peacock in the rain , noticed haven't you ?

Oh lord Krishna ,look at my own sweet little Krishna !

He cannot blow the flute and charm the girls like you , but every little baby word he Speaks, every little sound he makes is a feast for my ears , you know this don't you?

Oh lord Krishna , look at my own sweet little Krishna !

I certainly cannot afford to decorate my baby like Yashoda did to you , but doesn't his body shines in the sun and glows in the moon like a mountain dew ?

Oh lord Krishna , look at my own sweet little Krishna !

I know you won't stop showering smiles on me , though I compared a tiny human being with the maker of this universe like you ! 

I dared this as I know ,every being has a bit of you , and serving them is serving you !