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.