The Demon

In the land where cows are revered
I was the bull, used as a stud
for long and then castrated
In the land where fair skin was liked
My pelt was dark

In this land belonging to the Gods
I was a demon
It is natural
that you see everything derogatory
accumulating, coalescing into me
My very name was anathema
Let alone my chequered story

To the uncomprehending
let me be
Let me celebrate my name
As the one who loved,
The one who was killed
By your Mahishaasuramardini.