Shiva (Mahashivratri) Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

On Kailash peak of silver snow, (8)
He sits in silent flame, (6)
The icy winds around him blow, (8)
Yet none can shake his frame. (6)

The crescent moon upon his hair, (8)
Soft Ganga flowing bright, (6)
A serpent coils in mystic care, (8)
He guards the cosmic night. (6)

No golden crown adorns his head, (8)
No palace walls of pride, (6)
In ash and calm his path is spread, (8)
With truth alone his guide. (6)

When darkness grows in mortal lands, (8)
And fear begins to rise, (6)
He lifts the trident in his hands, (8)
And breaks illusion's ties. (6)