The Immortal Hymn Is Born..
1 min readFeb 12, 2018
The Sage stood shivering,
Not out of penance.
The Terrific One was nearing,
How can one look askance!
The Archer Greatest,
of the Five Brilliant Forms.
Came as a tempest,
Most primal of storms.
Creatures big or small bow to Him,
The Universe itself is but His.
End or birth at His whim,
time’s Time, death’s Death, He is.
Greatest hymn of cosmic extremes,
Flowed out of the quivering lip.
Bursting emotions at the seams,
Wonder and Terror, joint at the hip.
O God of Gods,
of the Greatest Roar.
Be Shiva! Be Shiva!
Cried the Sage of yore..
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