Mother, the moon I want as my toy. <br />I will roll on the floor, <br />Not come to your lap, <br />Nor have my hair-braid combed. <br />No longer will I be your child <br />I will only be Nand baba's boy. <br />Listen son, come to me <br />There's a secret from bal we can hide. <br />Hiding her smile, Yasoda said, <br />I'll give you a brand new bride. <br />Quick then, Mother, I swear by you <br />A wedding is what I'd like.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/krishna-wanting-the-moon/
