Into The Temple Of The Mother, Give Me, Give Me Some Place To Sit & See Her Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Where shall this hapless, frustrated and hopeless will sit? O, mother, give me some place, shelter, refuge at a corner in your temple! O, mother, give me refuge in your feet! O, let me, let me! Let me in the mother's temple!
Where to go? The light too has extinguished in all the corners. Where, where to go? Let, let me see her, see, see her and feel what did I, what did I not!

Into the temple, into the temple of Kali, give me, give me some room, some room to let me sit, to let me sit and confess how guilty, how much guilty am I, am I in life an let me, let me have a glimpse of Her Face Divine to be purged out!

In the temple, the temple of the Mother,
Give me, give me place
Just a little, little place,
Let, let me have,
Have the room for me, for me,
Let me, let me have, have Some place to sit
To do the rumination, the rumination over
In the temple, the temple of Hers
To see Her, to see Her
For a hapless, hapless one like me
So dishevelled and frustrated in life,
So devastated and distraught in life.

When the things frustrate me
And it seems to be dark all around,
I turn, turn to Her
Looking Her face
An seeking for light,
A ray of hope,
I turn to, turn to Her,
When the things frustrate me
And it seems to be dark all around, .

A distraught and dishevelled man
Like me, like me
For whom, whom
Light has extinguished, light has,
A devastated and dejected man
Like me, like me
For whom the candle has put out, put out.