Mahakal: The Cosmic Dance

Poison dwells within his blue throat, the moon graces his brow, The Ganges flows

from his matted hair, severing worldly ties now. Ash from the

pyre adorns his body, the Aghori form so grand, Staring still like

the Himalayas, yet fierce as the sun across the land. If the third

eye opens, catastrophe will rise, Even Death itself trembles. You are the

Void, you are the vast expanse, the universe begins! Hail,

hail Mahadev! Shambho! The Damru beats, echoing through the sky!

Trident in hand and Vasuki round your neck, the giver of boons.