Oh My Lord! Lord Nataraja!
The eternal Maharaja!
Dancing to the tunes, forever and stopping never,
to the rythmic laya and pleasing sruthi ever!!
In one hand the burning flames,
Damarau in other,
Humming to the tunes of damaru
Pointing to bhoota,
and other hand to heaven divine.
Shower your grace
and show your face,
Its enthralling to see those inhuman faces,
more powerful than the world's aces,
Whose beauty not lie in the visage
but into the charecter description,
absolute is the differentiation,
in that subtle defintion of reality.
Dance yours, is always welcome
as there can be no appreciation of good without bad,
Rules of the nature,
Impossible to break even by you.
Following the definitions,
accepting as the mother nature bestowed you with,
Keep blowing off the bad,
Contain the good,
because without limitations,
nothing is good.
