Among the rows and lines of lamps
Kali comes, comes She
With the anklets sounding
Strange and bizarre
With the blood-laced tongue
Out of the lips
Held in shame
As for trampling Siva
Under feet
And anger lessened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touching depictuon. Beautiful poem on Deepawali nicely shared. Thanks.