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The Lord Of Seasons
And space is the Lord of tangled tresses
Of an unending arena of darkness
Waving hither and thither mirthful effulgence
Of whose hearth born the sextet sparklers
And this terra-ball of heavens
Extending a sextet set of hands
Acceded to the sextet sparklers
To caress and cuddle to a motherly bliss
And there, son of space with grace
With fulgent glow of six faces
With ardent vision of twelve eyes
With victorious valour of twelve hands..
Handsome God of hexagram arose
Chronometrically to reign over aeons
The serpent of the infinite cosmos
Its bodies and their seasoned activeness..
Sa ra va na bha va, the inscribed syllables
Centered of Om and its ripples
Devised of six dimensions
Chanted in mutiple refrains
O'mind don't you see Him of His seemliness
Annealing at His feet the elemental forces
The Lord seasoned for your heart, its seasons
Of summering, withering emotions
Of pattering, wintering feelings
Clement for your soul of peacefulness
Clement for your whole of liveliness
Shanmukha the Lord of seasons
poem
by
Indira Renganathan
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