TO THE MAHADEVA IT KNOWS!!
Just like all the waves
must to the Ocean go back,
O Lord, from which they arose,
my existence is like a little drop,
that yearns for its turn,
to return to the Mahadeva,
it knows.
One by one, we surely come,
give our salutes and take our bows,
drop, by little drop, we come,
to you.
Till the end of the World play,
till nothing is left, in the container that’s cast away!
And then,
you bring out the tide of a new creation.
Your Damaru has spoken,
the world awoken, once again!
Who wants Moksha, O Lord?
Wherever you make your world, I long to stay!
must to the Ocean go back,
O Lord, from which they arose,
my existence is like a little drop,
that yearns for its turn,
to return to the Mahadeva,
it knows.
One by one, we surely come,
give our salutes and take our bows,
drop, by little drop, we come,
to you.
Till the end of the World play,
till nothing is left, in the container that’s cast away!
And then,
you bring out the tide of a new creation.
Your Damaru has spoken,
the world awoken, once again!
Who wants Moksha, O Lord?
Wherever you make your world, I long to stay!
( from the book Shiva Poetry )
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