In a quiet home where shadows play,
A snake moves silently, in the light of day.
With sticks, they hit, a strong fight,
Scared hearts, in the snake's sight.

But on Shiva's sacred stone,
A different scene, a well-known tone.
Milk is given, a kind act,
Respect shown, an ancient fact.

Life's stage, a detailed page,
Actions resonate, from age to age.
Honor isn't just for you alone,
But for your role, like a royal throne.

In the dance of time, a clear theme,
Respect isn't personal, as it may seem.
A truth shared, in actions bold,
Position's story, through ages told.