O, You Come At Least And See The Face Of The Dark Divine! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

You come at least and see the Face of the Mother Divine,
At least come, do come and see
Before go you,
Go you,
The Face of the Mother Divine,
The Dark Goddess,
Kali!

Magnificent and Grand Kali,
Looking Bizarre
With Glaze into the Eyes of Hers,
A Flame
Inextinguishable,
A Glitter radiating
Under the dark night
Full of twinkles and glimmers!

If you do not, will miss you
From seeing,
Seeing Her,
A Deity in Her Rupa,
The Dark Divine
In Her Lila,
Attribute and Play!

Kali, Mother Kali,
The Goddess of the Universe,
The Origin of Creation
And of Light,
Ma,
Ma Kali,
The Eternal Mother,
Dark Kali.

Dark, Dark, Pitch Dark
With the Tongue out of the Lips,
Blood-smeared and dripping,
The conventional weapons in Her Arms
And She in a Rage,
Her Anger Divine
To root out sin and devilish forces,
Sinners and their sins.

Wearing a garland of the heads of sinners,
Demons and devils,
Beheaded and cut off,
With the sword
And the snakes
Into Her hands,
She facing them to annihilate them.

Strange is the Face of Hers,
Her Rupa and Lila,
The Mother Divine in Anger,
Goddess Kali,
The Earth shaking
And the sword flashing,
Clinking,
Mother targeting them.

Mother Kali
With the Hair Waist-long,
A Red Beauty spot on the Forehead
Pasted on
And the Third Eye reflective of,
The sword and other arms
Into the Four Hands of Hers
And with a head held by hair
And the wreath of heads hanging from the Neck.

Mother's Tongue out of the Lips Divine
In Anger
Or Shame held out
As for having drunk blood
Or the kill
Or for trampling Shiva
Underneath
Who has come to quell
Her Anger Divine.