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Kashyapa questioned, eager to know,
"Oh Narada, how can we find the kaliyug's Lord please show?"

"Narayana Narayana," Narada said,
"Only great Sage Bhrigu can find him ahead."
Kashyapa listened, his interest grew,
Wondering what can sage Bhrigu do.

And with pride, Bhrigu smiled wide,
Confidently claiming he'd be their guide.
Off he went to the realm like Heaven,
To find the Lord, his duty driven.

Brahma Lok, a sight beyond compare,
A celestial abode, unreal and rare.
Words fall short to describe its grace,
A beautiful embrace.

In the middle stood Lord Brahma Deva,
Creator of worlds, a divine aura.
In his hands, symbols of cosmic might,
Representing power, creation's light.

A rosary to measure time's passage,
A water pot, creation's message,
A Sceptre, lord of all sacrifices,
The Vedas, knowledge where wisdom arises,
And a lotus, his divine birth's traces.

With four heads, Rigved, Yajurved, Samved, Atharved,
Each representing knowledge.

One head immersed in meditation, chants resound,
Another head reciting the vedas, wisdom profound.
One head creating the world, as Brahma envisioned,
And one head, enraptured by Saraswati's rendition.

Beside stood Saraswati, Goddess of Arts and Knowledge,
Playing the veena, enchanting all in with her music Knowledge.
Her divine music filled the air,
Mesmerizing all who could hear and share.

Lost in the notes, Lord Brahma was enthralled,
Bhrigu arrived, his patience forestalled.
Furious eyes looked upon the Creator divine,
As Brahma, lost in the music, failed to align.

Approaching Brahma, Bhrigu's patience receded,
His eyes filled with anger, his voice proceeded,
"Brahma, you dare to ignore a sage of might,
I curse you, unworthy of worship in Kaliyug's light."

Without waiting for a response, Bhrigu departed,
Leaving Brahma and Saraswati, deeply disheartened,
His curse echoing through the realms divine,
A sage's fury against the Creator's sign.

Through the frozen peaks,
Where Shiva's name softly speaks,
Bhrigu, the wise sage, made his way,
Seeking to find Kaliyug's Lord this day.

Kailash, the abode of the divine,
Where snowflakes serenely align,
His heart found solace in the air,
A tranquil calm beyond compare.

Towards Nandi, he gracefully stepped,
His request, with respect, he pled,
"Oh Nandi, convey to Shiva, I implore,
That Bhrigu, the sage, reaches his door."

Nandi, with a heavy heart, replied,
"Forgive me, Sage," he quietly sighed,
"Our Lord has decreed no one can enter,
I bear news that may cause you to venture."

Bhrigu's eyes grew wide with fury,
His patience waned in a hateful flurry,
"Arrogant Shiva, you dare to deny,
A sage like me! Your actions belie."

In his rage, Bhrigu cursed the Lord,
His words piercing like a sharpened sword,
"May you forever take the form,
Of a formless lingam in any storm."

Fury flared like lightning in the skies,
As Bhrigu stormed away, with fire in his eyes,
But Shiva, the great benevolent soul,
Accepted the curse, making it His role.

For the arrogance Bhrigu had shown,
In Shiva's love, it seeks to atone,
In formless lingam, Shiva stands,
A testament to divine command.

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