The Children Of Holy Lingam! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Call it phallus or Holy Lingam: Be it,
He who dwells in the temple of kabba,
will teach those who circle from the left,
wearing snow white Himalayan loin cloth,

Beware of the destroyer who shows no mercy,
even to his beloved only consort Parvathy,
the sakthi: strength that he had lost literally,
Beware of Him when he leashes his serpent violently,

Holy Siva had the nap for fourteen hundred years,
letting His devotees and their descendants exiled,
the wonderful episode to unite us all one,
under the Holy umbrella of Vedic Heaven,

the crescent moon on his holy head,
the humble stature of highness within,
Siva, the destroyer has the half closed eyes,
watches the drama of the uttering the peace,

We are His frail children who are neither,
radicals nor the prodigals, simply we are rascals,
not knowing of the continuing journey of the souls,
killing one another for the decaying mortals.