The boundless azure, where thunderstorms dance,
Resides Indra, in his eternal, electrifying prance.
He, of mighty Vajra, conjurer of rain,
Yet in every droplet, a universe, a mystical domain.
“Indram vardhanto apturah,” we chant, we sing,
Magnifying the eternal, under his protective wing.
He, the destroyer of darkness, the Rakshasas’ bane,
Crafting storms that cleanse, that wash away the pain.
Golden chariot through celestial fields he steers,
Cloaked in courage, dispelling all mortal fears.
A warrior, a sage, where might and wisdom meet,
In every echoing thunder, his formidable heartbeat.
Whispers of Zeus, across the oceans, entwined,
Two mighty deities, through epochs, we find.
Commanders of storms, guardians of sacred order,
From Mount Olympus to Bharata’s every border.
Through the enlightened verses of Aurobindo so divine,
Indra emerges, not just a deity, but a symbol, a sign.
Illuminated mind, an intellectual power unstated,
Dissolving lower realms, forever unabated.
Brihaspati whispers wisdom in his radiant ear,
Guiding his Vajra, even in realms where gods may fear.
In Indra’s might, boundless knowledge finds a home,
Through cosmic battles, sagely strategies are born.
In the womb of the thundercloud, he holds the light,
Illuminating paths, turning eternal night to bright.
Indra, the luminary, with boundless mind so wide,
Navigating through chaos, a tranquil, powerful guide.
In each sacred hymn, his tales of valor are sung,
In ancient Sanskrit echoes, his praises are hung.
He who brings forth life with the rains so pure,
Ensuring sustenance, a cosmic allure.
Beyond the temporal, into spiritual, his chariot ascends,
Through realms where matter and spirit blends.
In that sacred silence, post-storm, in the calm,
Resides Indra’s wisdom, a timeless, healing balm.
From the Rig Veda to the here and now,
Indra’s tales around the sacred fire, we allow.
Through epochs, ages, his stories have flowed,
A testament of might, in our collective ode.
As the gentle rains kiss the Earth with grace,
Feel Indra’s presence, the divine embrace.
For in every droplet, a universe takes form,
A celestial dance, an eternal, boundless swarm.