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 is away!
and then,
you bring out the tide of a new creation,
your damru has spoken
the world awoken, once again !
who wants Moksha O Lord?
wherever you make your world, I long to stay!
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