In my ancestral farm there's a statue
Of Shiva radiating calm. As if
Out of some unbuilt centuries had come
The spirit of time, tall, invincible,
Yogic in granite strength yet intimate...
… Sometimes, as the night gathers storm,
Infirm faith gets shaken; the thin furrows
Tremble, and the trees bend in fear of ire
Let loose by the elements of nature.
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