Yagu uncle is worshipper of Goddess Kali
Staying in a temple by the side of a river
absorbed in meditation,
wind, cremation ground, and solitude
listen his Tantra and Hymn.
Bela a garland-maker
Sometimes visits the temple
and helps Yagu uncle;
One day a few attendants at funeral saw
Bela coming out from the temple fully naked
holding a blood-anointed scimitar in one hand
And hanging the cut-off head of Yagu Uncle
with the other hand..
Her eyes flaring up as firewood of pyre..
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