With a strange glitter into the eyes,
Standing in Her Poise and Stance,
Have you ever heard the anklets sonuding
Have you ever
And She passing,
Bhagabati passing by,
The Divine She
As Bhagabati?
How the myth and mythicism of Hers
We know it not,
How the mystery folding around,
The shroud of it!
But the iconography of Hers the consolation of ours,
The gaudy idolatry of Hers.
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