Spring nights,
Warm with the fragrance of
Mango blossoms
And the crystal star dust
Spread in peace
Across the blackness
Of my eyes
Reflected in the nocturnal
Glass sky
Seduces your manly art
Of creation --
The dance of Shiva
Frenzied in love;
The utmost Love
That only she can hold
Who inspires the dance
Of destruction
Of helpless desire
The meaningless cravings
To belong
To own
To possess
Impassion
Love
Kiss
Hold
In
Peace
Shantam shantam shantam
Come
Dance to the music
Of my anklets
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