SHIVA
Brahma beholds with awe,
in his son, the father.
Saraswati listens in bewilderment,
learning whenceforth
his mouth, Siva Mukhi,
She sprang as mother of learning;
the primal daughter.
Rama, in full attendance of his tribes,
proclaimed him Isvara,
who softly answered.
‘It is you I adore, and Sita is my mother.’
Many, in straight forward simpleness,
pray for daily meal,
behold!
the Universal bread winner.
For more of multitudes,
His presence in a black stone
colossal.
Others, who know his transcendence,
to cause even time ,as the timeless deity!
Yet He,
beholder of the cosmic drum,
looks only to her,
His eternal throb, Forever…..
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