Treasure Island

Vivek Tiwari

(23 July 1985 / Gaura (R.S.) Pratapgarh)

An Invocation to Mother Kali


O mother Kali!
Once more do that fierce dance
Your fury born that fierce dance;
All things ready,
All needed ingredients,
All situations favour Your return
All our prayers do welcome Your come.
So many vicious heads ready for You to weave in wreath
To wear Your neck the skulls` wreath;
And skull`s bowl to bowl the blood
That need prevented dropping on Earth
When blood Your dagger`s blade doth spray
To stop been born those `blood-drop-borns`.

Once more listen our chocking prayers
Yours faith-born our chocking prayers;
Consent your come to our hearty invocation
To bless us with your Maternal affection:
Come O Mother!
Dancing upon your thundering sound
With your dagger and sharp stance
Thundering upon your fierce dance
Your fury born that fierce dance.

Submitted: Saturday, March 08, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014

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  • Neela Nath (3/10/2014 11:47:00 AM)

    Dancing upon your thundering sound
    With your dagger and sharp stance
    Thundering upon your fierce dance
    Your fury born that fierce dance. - - - - - - -great lines. (Report) Reply

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