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Creature of Love

Why this silence,

always finding its way to me?

Because I am a creature of love.


You —

the one who quenched my burning rage,

you came from within me,

wandering long through woods and mountains.


Was I not loyal enough?

They say otherwise —

but they don’t know:

I am a creature of love.


I waited lifetimes for her rebirth.

And when she returned to me,

I found solace in you.


My anger — fierce enough to turn the world to ashes —

is softened, drowned,

when you flood my mind with your waves.


Why does this always happen to me?

Because I am a creature of love.


I know you were never meant to be mine.

Still —

thank you for being mine for a moment.


Let me have this last dance,

as the world looks on,

calling us Shiva and Shakti —

eternal, divine.


O Ganges!

Forgive me for loving you.

I, the Lord of Lords,

loved you,

adored you,

embraced you —

and yet, I failed you.

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