I AM THE SMASHAN

Burning like a funeral pyre
I am the smashan itself.

Dancing on the remains
of what used to be me,

I bow at my own feet
and weep in ecstasy.

In an empty field
there's nothing but Life,
as far as the eye can see.

So I let my hair down
and swirl in frenzy.

There are no demons in sight
where I stand,
the garland is complete.

I stand on my own chest
pacified, immaculate and whole,

for I am my own husband
and the trident too
is now in my domain.