In myriad forms, we see the divine, Yet one stands radiant, fierce, and kind. Shiva, the Maheshwara, vast and true, Keeper of balance, the cosmic view.
His presence, a power both still and grand, A calm abode, where souls expand. A gaze that melts, yet fire untamed, In his dance, the universe is named.
With supreme kindness, he lifts the lost, A guiding force, no matter the cost. The scriptures sing of his endless grace, A path to peace, a life embraced.
Not divine, nor mere clay, in life’s sway, Neither beast nor void, in this cosmic play, Greed casts shadows, but grace lights the way, Life’s canvas, woven in each shared day.
Pause, let gratitude bloom, in nature’s embrace, In every whisper, in every trace, Humanity’s melody, in each soul’s space, A part of the whole, let love leave its trace.
In the quest for freedom’s sweet embrace, It’s not in wants our spirits find their place. But shedding cravings, desires retired, True liberty, in simplicity, is inspired.
