Practicing a small 'tihai' that I learnt many years ago at an introductory workshop by Pandit Birju Maharajji. This Tihai inspired me to write a little poem.
O Krishna, how divine the flute sounds when you play it, it almost makes me shy.
But Krishna, you tease me and snatch my hand, I tell you I don't like it, but it's only a lie.
Oh Krishna, wearing your 'pithambar' you follow me as I fetch water from the river. You throw a pebble, break my pot and get me drenched. I scream at you, "KRISHNA! You think you're so clever!" Krishna, my Krishna, despite all of this the minute I see you, I forget it all.
Krishna, will you always be mine whatever befall?