Mother Kali looking blue-blue,
Bluish-bluish,
Shyama Kali.
Mother Kali dark black, pitch-dark
As dark as the dark night,
Dreadful and frightening.
Kali Kali, whatever be Her face,
The divine play of Hers,
She is but Mother, Mother Divine.
Ethnic, tribal, native and sociological,
She is the myth and mystery of the world,
The Creation Divine.
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