Shivaratri,
Mahashivaratri,
The Night of Shiva,
The Great Night of Shiva
Refreshing with the memories
Of the Lord,
Shankara,
Shiva- Shankara,
Mahadeva,
Shiva Mahadeva.
The night,
The baraat, the muhurat,
The procession with
Reninding us of the myth of it
Being with tigers, bears, monkeys,
Bhuta-baitals, yoginis-dakinis
Consisting different folks and guys
Natural and unnatural
Following the bridegroom
Half-naked, sittig on a bull,
Matted just like a sadhu
And with the trishula and the kamandala
And into the rudraksha beads
Going unmindfully.
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