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I pray to the beautiful Kamakshi,
Who is pure love incarnate,
Sensuous yet maternal,
Gentle yet supremely resolute,
One side glance from Her shapely eyes,
Is capable of making Kama blush and mute,
Then how could not Shiva never notice Her,
Even though always immersed in His own self,
He subtly feels Her energy gently throb in Him,
And when He lets Her be the way She is,
She is shy and demure like a love-struck damsel,
But when He ignores Her purposefully,
Kamakshi then transforms into Kalika,
To make Shiva, Her footstool playfully.
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