Shiva’s Damru, Cosmic Tandav

In the shadow of the mountain high, Shiva's damru shakes the sky.

Each beat a story, a cosmic tide. Dust swirls beneath

his dancing feet, fire and ash the rhythm's heat. Creation crumbles, yet it's sweet.

Oh, Nataya, spin the world with every turn,

the truth unfurls. Your damru calls, it shakes my soul. Break me,

make me, ache me whole. Stars bow down,

they lose their glow, as his tandav sets the heavens aglow.

The universe bends, the rivers flow. Hands that build, hands that destroy, in chaos blooms