Scorned by her father-in-law, not invited to the ceremony,
Shiva was indifferent- he cared for neither fame, nor money.
Sati was however different, her anger turned inward,
She chose to self-immolate, rather than move forward.
His ardhangani dead, Shiva's indifference was tested,
He performed a deadly Tandav, and only after divine intervention rested.
Attached to the corpse, furious at the world,
Tragedy averted only, after the sudarshan was hurled.
If you are a woman, and wronged upon,
You can burn internally, and in a jiffy be gone.
If you are a man, and rubbed wrong way,
No one bears your wrath, let's hope and pray.
The myths are seductive, from destructive urges, even Gods weren't immune,
Just hold on, you will become Shankar-Parvati, when the time is opportune.
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