The night is young and so are we
Lost in the imagination of divinity
Their tales, their love, their story
Their power, their praise, their memory-
For no one want but the love we hold
We pray tonight till dawn bespoke
And share the tales passed down generations
As joyous recollections.
Author’s Note: Thanks for reading! For those who celebrate, a Happy Mahashivratri. This is a festival dedicated to Lord Shiva, where devotees stay up all night and praise the lord and spend the day fasting and sharing his tales. While I am not particularly religious, this is an aspect of my culture I felt called to share and I invite you to share yours with me.
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