Madhav stopped his loom and smiled with a strange, radiant peace. "The world sees my rags," he replied softly, "but I see the peacock feather He dropped this morning. The world hears my silence, but I hear His flute in the wind. If being sane means missing that melody, then I am glad to be mad."

Write a where the perspective is from Krishna himself Create a short poem based on these lyrics Find the meaning of specific lines from the song

He didn't just weave cloth; he wove conversations with an invisible friend.