Shyama Kali, A Statue I Saw With A Passing View Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I had a wish to see Her,
To see Her face
And had been willing it
With the desire burning in me to see,
To see Her face
And accidentally the eyes fell upon
Or got a glimpse of Her face somehow
When the people were passing with the statue
On the rear of the van
And the towering statue's head
It got glimpsed
Drawn by the commotion
Following
Or hilarity, ecstasy
In between the members
Holding the statue
From a shake or movement to compromise.

Kali,
Shyama Kali,
Blue-coloured,
Light blue coloured Kali
With the tongue
Held out of
The lips
And in jewellery
Golden and silvery
Bedecking
And adorning Her,
A tall and long Kali
Looking so sweet and lovely
Gesturing sweetly
And full of glows
As if a sky full of starry glows and glow worms!