On the ice-capped alp
“She” is the prowess,
bigoted rules are void;
food-web is untangled
they live in unanimity;
the bull, the peacock
the serpent , the rodent...
bathes out the elixir
gulps in the venom
tucked are the galaxies
sanctity flows from the hair-bun;
King of Kailasa,
paves the way
through his trident
art prospers
death deciphers
anchors ark of the just
for both are must,
the mridanga , the tandava!
Alike is his eyes
deities and demons
the beasts, the humans
Thou is perfect
blackbody spectrum
the August
the Ekam
© Juhi Gupte
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