Like Nandi waits for Mahadev’s gaze,
Through endless nights and sunlit haze,
Unmoved by time, steadfast, still,
A devotion bound by heart, not will.

No word he seeks, no touch, no sign,
For love like this needs no design.
It blooms in silence, deep and pure,
An ancient bond that shall endure.

I too, like Nandi, wait for thee,
A patient...