I visited the temple,
The mud-built temple of Kali
Where the non-Brahmin priestess
Of the scheduled caste
Worshipped Her
With love and devotion
And the skull therein
Saw I
And what I prayed for, sought for
Felt it too later on
As prayers heard,
Blessings bestowed upon.
Do not think it that the Brahmins
Only worship Her,
She is of all
And can be found anywhere
If called humbly
With feeling and devotion
And feeling for Her in heart.
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