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~ WRATH OF GREAT GOD ~

Sati : Mother of Creation
before its manifestation
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When Sati entered the sacrificial hall
It was crowded with gods and angels
Vessels of gold and jewels shining like
Moons and stars were there on one side
And the sages divine chanting hymns
Were pouring out libations into flames
While Daksha was watching them all.
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She saw her sisters and brothers-in-laws
In golden silks, nudging each other after
Looking at her, also heard their snigger
She ran to the place where her parents
Sat and prostrated her self at their feet.
Daksha turned, opened his eyes wide
And hissed, "You shame-less girl who
Invited you here." As his thought went
Out to Siva, his face grew red with anger
Volleys of abuses he poured out from
The depths of hatred within him. He did
Continue to rail absent Siva, spitting out
Insult after insult. Sati could not bear to
Hear abuses, closed her ears, exclaimed
"Siva, Siva" and then she decided to end
Her body as Daksha’s daughter, sat down
In yoga, controlled her breath invoked fire
And immolated her self in flames of yoga.

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As Daksha stood horrified, the flames
Engulfed Sati's body, and her mother screamed
And began to sob wildly; the sages trembled,
People stood dazed, and the ceremony ceased!
Cosmic bull Nandi rushed towards the corpse,
Shaking his horns, called the earth and heaven
To bear witness, he cursed, "Inhuman Daksha
Thy sin shall not go unpunished.’ For a minute
He stood near the corpse with silent tears and then
Rushed to Kailas to report the ghastly incident.
Sati’s maids followed him. Seeing the Lord
In meditation, in a mournful voice
Nandi cried "Oh Lord, mother Sati is dead"
Siva woke up from his trance of yoga,
He was shocked to learn what was happened
Then struck by grief the Lord cried out
"Oh Sati, dear Sati, gentle Sati, O my beloved
What have you done? How could you desert me?"
Slowly as he paced up and down, suddenly his
Sorrow gave room to fiery anger His pale face
Became red and his eyes were burning coals
Restlessly he jumped hither and thither with
Wild strides, dug his hand into matted locks
He drew out a single strand of hair and hit it
On a rock, by its impact leapt up volcanoes,
As those flames converged there a Being took shape
Out of the burning fury, His face grew red and fires
Of wrath leaped out of every pore of His mighty body.
He wielded a blazing sword and innumerable weapons
In his several arms and then Nandi fell on his knees
Recognizing the new giant as Bhadra the embodiment
Of Siva’s anger and several goblins sprang up
From those burning fires who resembled Bhadra, yet
They were smaller to Bhadra but their number multiplied
Every second. Leading his army Bhadra cried out
"Vengeance, blood, death, destruction, let’s rush"
With speed of lightenings He with his fiery goblins
Reached the cursed spot, and savagely set to work
Wrecking, burning, destroying each thing they saw
In that huge sacrificial hall of Daksha, the patriarch!
Dt. 28.10.2009 (continued -part.3)
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-venkat
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