Shiva Tandava, I Want To See… Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Shiva Tandava, want I to see,
Shiva dancing,
Doing Tandava
When out of temper
Or just as a routine work occasionally,
A yogi, a fakira, a wandering sadhu
Who keeps meditating on Kailash,
Roaming about snowy caps and peaks
With the kamandala and the trident,
Dressed in the loin cloth
And with the rudraksha rosary
Around the neck,
The bracelets of,
The ash-lines smeared upon the forehead
And the half-awake, half-asleep dreamy third eye
With the hair matted and long
Keeping the kamandala and the trident
Dancing, Shiva Tandava,
The music pitching high,
Turning destructive,
Bringing doom and delusion,
But Creational too,
Showing the topsy-turvy state of things.