Once a somber saint I met clouded midst the
snow
Where earth kissed the feet of water and existence
dearth grow
Perched on his barren dwelling, his aura calm and
composed
Erroneously known as destructive one or the giver of
life juxtaposed
His entrancing qualities lured many like me to
places harsh and wild
only his psalms can ease the pain to an awakening
sweet and mild
The dreaded and traitorous worldly armor his
comrades had to quit
His clads and kundals remind me of the high resolve
and grit
Enigma of his presence leaves many and a folks in
trance
Some fail to comprehend his mysteries; some exult in
just a glance
With eyes closed in deep rumination he knits the
fabric of my being
I keep scaling the remotest routes marveling what
I’m seeing
Free from the glades of beginning or end, the one-
eternal and infinite
Does he deliberately choose to restrain his presence
to mounts- tall and might?
Within you- I discover the purest secrets of mankind
The holy rivers find their source in you and the
moon settles on your mind
With eyes half opened and angelic smile you continue the cosmic cycle of life
The annihilating third eye and luxurious hair
conventionally balance the yogic strife
The swollen neck enclosing evil rancor testifies
your physical strength
Time in cycle- past present and future, adorn it
with the three coiled serpent
Great master of the trident symbolizing- self-control, action and knowledge
Deliver our soul from karmic cycle, lost in evil and
ignorant foliage
Ascetic sage, the knight of knights, redeemer of
vice, lust and greed
Your simplicity outshines perceptual
realms, birth and death paradox freed
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