Shiva Ratri, The Night Of Shiva Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Shiva Ratri,
The Night of Shiva,
How will it be,
The night of his marriage,
I mean the marriage anniversary?

Shiva going to marry
And that too Parvati, a princess,
A yogi, a sadhaka, a fakira
Who keeps taking ganja, bhang and dhatura,
The herbal intoxicants.

Going to marry Parvati,
A groom blue-necked with the crescent
On the forehead
And the third eye,
On way to her palace.

The ghosts dancing the way,
The winds blowing,
The tigers and bears
And monkeys
In the party.

All going to
In the company of,
In the party of Shiva
As the groom's party
And the bride-groom seated on a bull.

The yogi in the tiger loin cloth
With the trident and a kamandala,
The hair matted,
The forehead thrice ash-lined
And a renouncer.

The poisonous snakes are around his
Blue neck,
A sacred thread over the bare body,
The bride-groom on a bull
Going to the bridal home.