The Siva... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The beautiful garden delivers blooms,
Where I stand drenched, quiet and calm,
The early morning breeze does the wonders,
But It has never disturbed those who snore,

During the dawn the river is cold and warm,
The fragrance brewed in the memusops elengi,
Sprayed over the trees those bear the fruits,
Shelter the crows, squirrels, ants and reptiles,

The walk from the river bank to the garden,
The pitch dark rules every pebble on the path,
The thorns never trespassed, the eyes can view,
Through the dark narrow lane that leads to the plot,

He is not cruel but He punishes the offenders,
I am not afraid of His dancing pose, which I do,
With the mortal whom I am too scared, but,
I am not frightened of this man, who rules the world,

He looks very smart as every other young man does,
But He is everywhere, for whom I pluck these young buds,
Tie these buds to bloom and let Him enjoy the fragrance,
I am not forced into the devotion, as I do with the mortals,

I have never forgotten Him, so I do not remember Him,
He walks with me, talks with me and plays with me,
follows me as a child, pesters me to call his name,
He is very great, mimicking what I do..