Shiv, in silence, meditates deep, Sati's love for him, makes her weep.
Her sacrifice in Daksha's pyre, Ignites in Shiv, a furious fire.
From Sati's ashes, Parvati takes birth, Her love for Shiv, pure as Earth.
With penance, she wins his heart, Their union, a divine work of art.
Sati and Parvati, both forms of Shakti, In Shiv's life, they make a triptych.
One his first love, the other his spouse, Both bring life to the cosmic house.
In the dance of cosmos, they twirl and sway, Shiv and Shakti, in eternal ballet.
Their presence, in every atom you'll find, A cosmic embrace, of the divine kind.