Mother Yashoda, when will my braid of hair grow? I have been drinking milk for so long, yet it is still short.

In this endearing couplet by Surdas, little Krishna complains lovingly to Mother Yashoda about his hair. To coax him into drinking milk, Yashoda would often promise that it would make his braid grow long and thick like his elder brother Balarama's. Krishna innocently asks, Mother, when will my braid finally grow? It has been so long, and I have had milk so many times, yet it remains as tiny as ever. This verse beautifully captures the pure innocence of childhood and the tender, affectionate bond between a mother and her playful son.