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जन्मदिवस पर, जन्मदाता को || आचार्य प्रशांत
आचार्य प्रशांत
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Shiva
Tandav
Maya
Hypocrisy
Destruction
Suffering
Pashupati
Natraj
Description

Acharya Prashant recites a poem addressed to a divine entity, likely Shiva, questioning the purpose of his birth into a deceptive world. He begins by expressing gratitude for his birth on the divine's festival, but as his understanding grew, he questioned why he was sent into a world that deceives. He asks, 'In the world where your name is misused, what is my place?' He laments how people fabricate stories, trade in fear, and spread superstition in the divine's name. He points out the hypocrisy of people invoking the name 'Pashupati' (Lord of Animals) while tormenting animals, and how they pull the divine down from its peak for selfish reasons, remaining insatiable despite consuming the world. The speaker then reflects on his own nature, questioning why, if he was to be sent into this world, he wasn't made faithless, witless, and without courage. Instead, he is filled with rebellion, a challenge, and a cry of anguish. What is a divine play for the entity is a burning flame and inner turmoil for him. He feels thrown into an impossible war where the world (Maya) uses the divine's name, while he only has the work given by the divine. He states that the world cannot lose, but he will not accept defeat. As an ordinary human struggling within his limits, he is covered in blood, unable to either win or lose. In a final, intense plea to 'Natraj' (Lord of Dance), he asks for liberation from suffering and for the divine to rise from its meditative state (Samadhi) to end the hypocrisy and sin prevalent in the world. He calls for the 'Tandav' (dance of destruction) to bring an end to sin, immorality, cruelty, and adultery. He questions why a world where millions of innocent creatures are killed daily shouldn't be destroyed, wishing for an end to his own pain, the expanse of unrighteousness, and the earth's heart-wrenching cries. The poem concludes with a powerful request: 'If you reside in my inner self, O Aghor, then today on your festival, I ask for a boon: destruction! Destruction! I do not ask for an endless love song; I ask for the ultimate song of destruction.'