MAHADEV

His neck draped, snake like a garland

Vast thick hair, asylum to the divine river

That purifies every soul

Jutting the moon on his head

Akin to a jewel

His body daubed with ashes

Swathe the tiger coat

Flame that burns everything

Veiled inside his frons

Blaze so irate

Even the god of love couldn’t endure

His blue neck, grip to poison

The mighty Neelkanth

He is the slayer of all sin

Bar, he bears a heart of gold

Exonerate by far

The Bholenath

He dwell’s at the mount Kailash

Mulled over with no obsession

He is divine, he is supreme

Trishul in his hand

that shatter all evil

The universe bow down to him.  

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