Shiva Sati
From the age of a tender five,
I wanted to reach the mountain so high,
Be with the man whose glories,
I have heard growing up as stories.
Ever since attained womanhood,
This hermit in animal skin hood,
Was all I needed to be with,
If only it was so easy to convince him,
If only renouncing luxuries pleased him,
If only taking his name all day moved him,
But he heard my hearty prayers,
As always he does to his devotees,
Came down all the way from Kailasa,
To see me and grant me my wish.
Yes, I got married to the unruly ascetic,
Who my father described as unorthodox,
Intoxicated, cremation ground frequenter.
A forbidden love of mine that was,
Destined to consume my life,
I knew it and yet I embraced it,
For me, Sati, Shiva was the reason,
For me to take an earthly form.
Ended up jumping in the yajna,
Only to give my father the moksha,
Yes. I do believe in true love,
A form of Uma, reborn again,
As Parvati, only to be with my Lord,
Shiva- the creator of the whole universe.
wonderful...... reminded me of Shiva's Trilogy