Upon the celestial canopy embarks,
The radiant Skanda, the cosmic spark,
His peacock chariot, astride the morning star,
Carries the light of wisdom, near and far.
A testament to what mortals may not know,
He holds the secrets of the cosmos in his grasp.
A divine philosopher in war and wisdom clasp,
The mighty Kartikeya, with spear in hand,
A general ‘gainst ignorance, he does stand,
With valorous deeds, he stirs the cosmic dance,
The embodiment of power, in tranquil trance.
His form, the epitome of creation’s might.
A commander of celestial forces, in sight,
With a heart that beats the rhythm of endless skies,
He teaches resilience where the mortal fear lies.
Six faces, a myriad of heavenly gaze,
Each a window to a universe, a mystic blaze,
His silvery words carve paths through the unknown.
Unlocking doors of thought, previously unshown.
In the realm of thoughts, he’s the noble king,
With every whisper, ancient scriptures sing,
His existence, a melody of courage and light,
An eternal flame burning through earthly night.
The prowess of a warrior, the calm of a sage.
In the sacred texts, he leaps off the page,
Oh, Kartikeya, God of celestial fire,
You fuel the hearts with unyielding aspire.
A veneration to thee, Skanda of boundless lore,
Your essence teaches life’s rhythm, the core,
May your valor guide us through darkness and strife.
And your wisdom be the poet’s quill, carving life.
So through the tapestry of time, your tales we’ll recite,
A beacon of eternal truth, in the transient night,
Oh, Skanda, the divine liaison ‘twixt stars and sand,
We seek your grace, to understand the grand.
In your honor, our souls humbly expand,
Towards the cosmic dance, hand in hand.