Shiva my saviour
I close my eyes to see his face,
I bow my head to feel his grace.
He holds my hand when times are tough,
To give me strength that's enough.
My Shiva lives inside me,
Guides me and chides me.
He's my protector and my friend.
He's the light of my tunnel's end.
He is naive like a child ,
sometimes harsh mostly mild.
Lover of milk and wood apple.
His aura can make anybody bedazzle.
He is like you and me,
Nothing grand just ordinary.
He's a paradox and a hyperbole.
His existence is simply exemplary.
Deep in depression when I felt,
I just closed my eyes and knelt.
He was there in my mind,
how could I be so bilnd?
The step I wanted to take was so wrong,
how could I not see , this is where I truly
He truly touches my heart and soul,
He is the one who makes me whole.
My Shiva lives in my heart,
I know for sure that we will never be apart .
Contest: Touch My Heart
Copyright © Garima Dubey | Year Posted 2021
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