Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


Shyama Kali


Shyama Kali, make I,
The Blackly, Dark-coloured Kali not,
Just am painting here a Shyama Kali,
Means a Kali portrait,
Which is blue-coloured,
Not black-coloured.

Kali is the same, Goddess the same,
Just colour am I taking to,
Blue, deep blue not, light blue,
But the image same,
The blood-red tingue out of the mouth,
A face so picturesque of imagery.

Shyama Kali, blue-coloured Kali,
An idol is before,
Kali blue-coloured, not blackly dark,
Dreadful and frightening,
Kali the Goddess,
An image make I, paint I.

Light Blue, Ink-blue Kali do I make,
Paint I, see I,
Imagine and dream I,
Not the Dreadfully Dark Kali,
Dark, dark, deep dark
As the darkest night.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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