Tuesday 7 April 2015

Smeared in ashes He lives in trance, From His hair pile Ganges bounce, Serpents Him as ornaments entwine, On forehead the curved moon shine, Butter soft heart in dreaded looks, Endless blessings devotee hooks, God of gods He is Mahadeva, Innocence incarnate is Lord Shiva....


Smeared in ashes He lives in trance,
From His hair pile Ganges bounce,
Serpents Him as ornaments entwine,
On forehead the curved moon shine,
Butter soft heart in dreaded looks,
Endless blessings devotee hooks,
God of gods He is Mahadeva,
Innocence incarnate is Lord Shiva....

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