I saw the childless mother
Sitting with the folded hands
Into the older lime-stone powder and small bricks made
Centuries old temples,
She passing the whole night
Lonely and dark
Before the Shiva-lingam,
Praying to, seeking blessing from,
Invoking the supernatural, nocturnal power,
A devotee in her sadhna
To have the mystical communion,
Coming in the form of dreams.
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