Thou art dark tressed space along
Smeared of peaked ashes
Whence strolling souls chained along
Burnt fierce Thine almight Thine darkness
Arises atop the sheening sickle
Ragging Thine kempt Ganges
To splash on terra-firma to tickle
Thou art fire ablaze figureless
To redden orangey sun to sprawling white
To wax the moon to silvery bliss
To generate earth in Thine might
Sphere to rhythm all way around
In Thine cycle of make and remake
In Thine plane of an invisible round
Thou art black and white
Attired of molten gold
Spearing drummy the woes out
With pristine persona with serpent
In still breath of illimitable silence
In heavenly immensities of space
Thou art peace, Thou art peace
Thou art black and white Attired of molten gold Spearing drummy the woes out With pristine persona with serpent In still breath of illimitable silence In heavenly immensities of space Thou art peace, Thou art peace...... touching concluding wth peace and peace. Beautiful poem having a tribute to Lord Shiva. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful piece.....thanks for sharing.