Oh mighty Shiva,
Why do you treat us your devotees, your sons and daughters, your most passionate supporters and lovers, with such mistrust? We dedicate our lives and death to you, oh ultimate creator and destroyer, the only one, the destroyer of the Triple Cities, the snake-wearer, the holder of Ganga. We are your children and we ask for nothing but your love and mercy, and in our deaths to be one with your essence. Oh merciful one, save us, bless us.
Then the three sons of Taraka used their great passion and asceticism to gain the favor of the Grandfather, they wanted nothing but victory over the Swarga. When the Grandfather denied it, they agreed to be destroyed only by your hands, knowing you, our lord our father our savior, would show mercy towards us. We would never take any actions to raise your ire, we knew.
And yet, you let the Gods play tricks on us, oh lord!
First, the Gods feared the virtuosity of the sons of Taraka and realized the only way to kill them would be to corrupt them, thus getting your ire upon them. They worked on corrupting the virtuous souls.
Second, they realized that the easiest means to corrupt the great is immorality, which the Grandfather has never agreed to grant for it is against the metaphysics of the creation. They convinced the Grandfather to offer it to the sons of Taraka, when it was not their original intention. And thus all Demons became immortal for ages, letting the power associated to get into their heads. And thus were the honest and the virtuous corrupted by a boon they never desired to begin with.
And third, after the fall of the Tripura due to your wish and laughter, oh Tripurantak, the Devas decided to steal the pool of immortality from the Triple Cities, for which the entire Demonic race had given its existence for. The Demons were corrupted, and destroyed, for obtaining immortality. And yet the Gods that stole it after the war and benefit from it were never punished. Indra, despite his foolishness, his hotheadedness, his lack of gratitude, his jealousy his lack of respect to Dharma, still gets your favor. And the pool of immortality still graces the gardens of heaven.
How is it that the Gods are rewarded for the same thing we were so harshly punished for? Is our love, our worship, our dedication not sufficient? Is our dedication impure, are our hearts inherently evil, Oh Maha Kaleshwar? What is it that we have done wrong that the Devas do right? Why are they your favored children and we are not, even though we have our realms be fair and just to all the creatures within.
What must we do to be in your good graces, oh Bhooteshwar?
-Signed,
A devoted demon
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