He has the divinity of both the world’s emotion,
One bursting with poison, another one with potion.
Eminent one from the holy trinity,
He is the destroyer himself but genesis of creator’s affinity.
Illuminating the world with his third eye,
Ash is smeared all over his body.
He is far away from social sham,
He is known for proverbial anger but epically calm.
Left ambrosia and compassionately chose venom,
Protecting the Universe with trident, his efficacious weapon.
He is fire but he is blue,
He is the darkness and he is sun too.
His hair is disheveled absorbing the pain of the world,
He is a commoner but special moon on forehead is crescent and curled.
He lives on the rocky mountains but he belongs to the woods,
His third eye radiates life and is the genesis of all good.
He is mark of ambiguity and life of paradox,
He is benign and malignant at the same time.
He is deep sleep in utter wakefulness,
Universe is happening due to him but he is nothingness.
He is Shiva, eternal force of existence,
Formless, limitless, transcending into absolute Universe with persistence!