KRISHNA DON’T BE
CRUEL
Krishna! Don’t be
cruel!
Make me thy favorite
flute;
Let your sporting
fingers run
Wild through the
holes in me.
Breath your life in
me
Make me hum in joy;
Let me sing a
thousand
Melodies always in thy
praise.
I shall stop singing
If it is not for
thee;
And die an organ
carved
Defective in its
frame.
Abraham Karickam
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