Shiva Poem by Dr. Madan Gandhi

I am Shiva,
the Lord of dissolution
world’s fiery wheel I wield
whose sharp blade none escapes

In my cosmic forge
I mould all Nature
forms of beings and things
set them on a sphere to swing

All instruments of man’s death
I plant in his/her heart’s desire
with carnal passions I stoke the fire
which burns all, flesh and bones

All symbols carved on the temple stones
of change and of transformation are mine
the whirlgig of time mirroring all mutation
the endless cycles of creation and destruction.
(Yayati)