Hailing Lord Shiva on Shivaratri
Stoners, we both are. Chemically influenced, we both are. Cool, we both are. Positively Nonsense, we both are. Thus tonight, I have compared myself To you O "Lord Shiva" Would you bless me please? You sit on Tiger's skin, I ramble on with my Jeans. You have the third eye, But I need spectacles. You play with damaru, I'm comfortable with my guitar. You walk barefooted, I run with my classy "Goldstar". You seldom drink, And I'm too a heavy drunkard. You have your mighty Trishul, I need my pen to fight the war. You have garland of snake, But I'm a monkey's fan. You have already got married And I have yet to find my lucky one. Few qualities a more, Few qualities a less, Am I acting closer to you? The grace, we both possess. Extremely HIGH and I've honestly showed, How much stupidly now I'm stoned? You won't be angry, for It's sure I know, The very same reason, you too are stoned Forgive me, I am again hallucinated Blaming the occasion of Shiva Ratri, Bless me with all your powers, Your disciple shall hail you till the eternity.