Kanha eats in Yasoda's lap. <br />some he eats, some he drops, <br />as the ladies of Nandgaon watch, <br />some he eats and some he puts <br />in Nanda's mouth, <br />this joy is beyound recount. <br />some he eats, some gives to gopas, <br />butter in his hands, curd in doniyas. <br />The joy of Yasoda <br />the three worlds cannot account. <br />the meal is over, Kanha washes, <br />for Sur the left-overs count.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/krishna-s-meal/
