Oh ! SHIVA.

Whenever I move on flowing rivers .

I am ruffled by the breath of Shiva .

The unseen drops trying to cool me.

The teasing breeze moving through my curly locks ,

making it wild and knotty and me a little red.

Whenever I move on warm roads ,

the same breath of Shiva ,

tugs my hair lovingly and I can feel a glee in the air.

Earth is blown all over me to merge me.

The more I dust , the more he blows.

Till I give up fully red.

Whenever I move in the enchanting hills.

Intoxicated and swaying with life.

There he is again but piercingly cooler.

More to my liking , he knows.

Puff all, tug all and mat all.

I love it and now the radiant blush on my face

has come to permanently rest . Oh! Shiva.

(c)sunita grover raina2021

03/04/21