Not dreamy, but a fact..

Shiva, the Lord.
Thy Name was chanted.
Innumerable moments witnessed.
Someone's agony echoed.
Darkness to prove.
Light was distant, dreamy.
Shortcomings in a prayer,
The reason, not cured?
Asked when at halt,
'Why Thy've come,
when Thine Name not chanted,
nor anything asked?'
In turn, was asked 
the world, and answers 
understood not then,
with time discovered..
Sati was not the destiny
that waited in years..
Thy will was to see
Meera instead..
And went away again to 
Let it be suffered..?
Is it not true that,
A prayer or whatever be
an offering,
reaches the Supreme:
Thy name, Krishna.
The destiny, toughest?
Punishements instead?
Fears wait ahead?
It may be late,
Still guide
to the Light,
that is not dreamy,
but a fact..