In my being abide all joys and pain
I rule the waves of heart and vein.
A touch and a caress gives life
a look of scorn and sneer kills
The heat of a volcano in my breath
the resistless desire takes the form of death
the uncontrollable deluge of passion bursts
exploding the live bombs of love and lust
My altar is washed with streams of blood
of victims brought for sacrifice
amid loud chants of priests
worship, singing and feast
With each moment a million perish
through hurricanes and earthquakes
natural disasters, pestilences and war
that continue on the earth, space and stars
Every cross like the trident
is a mystic sign of Maha Kaal
the augury of a new dawn
of hope and resurrection.
(Yayati)
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