Karta kare na kar sake,
Shiv kare so hoye,
Teen lok nau khand main,
Shiv se Bada na koye!!!
Bijli Mahadev 🙏🙏🙏
A loud thunderous clap resonates
in the dark, dense wilderness
between the Mighty Dhauladhar
and the imposing Pir Panjal.
Deafening. Piercing.
And while the wild lands
are bathing in bountiful blessings,
lightning strikes.
A bright flashing bolt.
The Lingam breaks.
Several parts of
the aniconic form of Mahadev,
get scattered all over the range.
The priest and the faithful
find the fragments
and plaster them together
with clarified butter, salt, ground pulses
and roasted gram flour.
The Lingam is restored.
Only to be broken again.
Those who have measured time,
say this happens
once in every twelve years.
Beyond the myths,
in the charred walls of temple,
the truth resides.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
