The Siva Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The Siva
How shall I express His beauty in words?
Sometimes He seems to be fair with sharp nose,
Sometimes He is too dark with a short nose,
Sometimes He is short otherwise He is too tall,
Whenever I see Him at the entrance of my village,
He looks very fierce holding the weapons of kinds,
When I go near and say my salutation with love,
He changes His own self, the joyous wind on my face,
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