The Dark Divine Maid Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Dark Divine Maid,
You see the Leg of Hers,
Light sparkling it
Beneath.

O, come you and go seeing
The face,
The Face Divine,
The Magnificent Face Divine of Hers,
Mother in a strange mood of Her Own!

O, you go seeing the Dark Maiden,
The Maid Divine,
The Leg Divine of Hers,
Light sparkling beneath,
Lighting Divine!

The Dark Divine in a mood of Her Own,
Yea, the Dark Divine,
Grand and huge,
Magnificent and grandiloquent,
Weird and grotesque and bizarre so to say,
But not exactly so.