Tarak Asura

Taraka's suitor gathered grace. Almost immortal in every case. But now this time, his little one. Was given up, the deed was done. A spark of fire lit your pyre. Son of Shiva, Parvati's pride. Your clan rides higher. An elephant, you'll keep the world in your hand. Cooler than Bugatti, the legend of the land. It could be slain by God alone. A seven-day-old soul unknown. Conceived and born within that span. Only Shiva could make that dwell. A spark of fire lit your pyre. Son of Shiva, Parvati's pride. Your clan rides higher. An elephant, you'll keep the world in your hand. Cooler than Bugatti, the legend of the land. They called on Kama, every one. To write the Kama Sutra, done. So even Shiva, come the dawn. Could know its joy before they yawn. A spark of fire lit your pyre. Son of Shiva, Parvati's pride. Your clan rides higher. An elephant, you'll keep the world in your hand. Cooler than Bugatti, the legend of the land. But Kama poor, was burned away. Restored again another day. What's left? The emperor's clothes that gleam. The tales of power, for supreme. A spark of fire lit your pyre. The son of Shiva, Parvati's pride. Your clan rides higher. An elephant, you'll keep the world in your hand. Cooler than Bugatti, the legend of the land. To fight was doubtless, less bizarre. Some wizard's trick all went too far. Is this a sorcerer's cunning art? Or something else that plays its part? Lit your pyre, son of Shiva. Parvati's pride. Your clan rides higher. An elephant, you hold in your hand. Cooler than Bugatti, the legend of the land. If you go to war someday. And want to battle Raphael in gray. Say a prayer to him, ignite. And justice finds you in the fight. Om Namah. Shiva. Shyam.