SIVA

Foothills of the Himalayas.
How vast and towering, Mount Meru!
From that icy, lifeless peak
behold the plains
and pains
of men!

Frozen, jagged jewels
merely compound his charms
and devotees still jostle
to be martyred in his arms.

One defines oneself by others,
cannot be big or small alone
and, but for the one that we outgrew,
how would we know that we have grown?

If my tadpole
turns into a frog,
how should I complain?

And if my soul
incarnates as a dog,
who will agonise
his canine pain?

 

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