Rudra

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Rudra

Poem

Rudra, storm bringer, lightning rider,
Sky crasher, rending worlds asunder,
A mounting rumble from out heavens tumble,
A heated roar cowls the worlds crying, ‘Nevermore!’.
Impatient his horde all world to implode,
A precision of anger appeases its hunger,
Gods and titans shrink from this deluge’s brink,
A purging red force by the cries grows,
The fields grow ruddy by carnage plenty,
Ruin of ages he brings the graveyard of kings,
‘Heal, heal cry the sages’, cowering from his rages,
‘Thy benevolence reveal, O violent magnificence surreal,
We are but Thine, to us in peace incline,
O Warrior Infinity, leave not the worlds empty!’