A terrifying , yet motherly form of Shakti .
Ash covered ,lost in the ecstasy of penance
I’ve made this ‘shamshaan’ my temple
Innumerable puppets of mud
I’ve sacrificed to these roaring flames
Unclothed ,lying on four shoulders
So many great men come to pay homage
Reputations and acheivements left behind
They are reduced to ashes with the mud
The same heads that were held high with pride
Have insectes crawling and feeding over them
So many people they thought of as their own, fools
See ,how many are standing with them today
I am the wheel of time
I am the mother , the saviour too
I ,the worldy illusion , the knowledge , the music
And I, the blood lusting predator
Eyes closed , I quietly laugh at it all
Some call me a ‘devi’ ,some a ‘demoness’
Men ,Gods ,devils are all equal for me
I , the Shamshan Vasini ..
I, the Shamshan Vasini …
