MAHA SHIVARATRI
MAHA SHIVARATRI
Diyas, incense and love
the Daturas in bloom
And the busy streets.
Hearts filled with eagerness seeking blessings.
Bowing heads in reverence
Flowers in rows
Shivling decked in colors of all shades.
A wish it is.
Young maidens wait in queue,
to be blessed
with divine grace.
Wafting the air around
comes a scent so familiar.
My love sending me wishes.
To curve a future, I dream only to be with him.
