The Dark Goddess Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Dark Goddess



The Dark Goddess
With the four hands
And with traditional arms,
A sinner-head and a sword
And others
And a snake,
Wearing a wreath of sinner-heads
And the tongue held in shame
As for trampling Shiva under feet,
Who lying down on the way to make Her trample
As for the lessening of anger,
As for calming down,
The image of the idol.

The idol pitch-dark, dark black,
The eyes full of glare,
The red tongue out of the mouth,
The crescent on the forehead
And also with a red spot
And the drooping third eye,
Vermillion in the parting line of the hair,
The hair black and waist-long,
Maybe She in an ethnic and racial face,
A native, tribal and aboriginal facet,
But the face strangely beautiful,
A beauty indeed to mark
The mystery indescribable.

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