Mother Kali Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Mother Kali



While passing through the way, glimpse I a Kali,
Huge Kali, magnificent enough,
Dark, dark, pitch dark,
Dark black,
Supernatural and nocturnal,
Mythological and mystical.

A huge, huge Kali saw I, came to notice it
While passing through the way,
A Kali, magnificent and radiant,
Sighted I on the pathway
In the nearby, wayside temple,
Kali in full resplendence.

Kali, a huge Kali, standing on the pathway,
The sideway of the road
And sighting it,
The head bowed in
After getting a sight of the Mother Divine.

Kali Kali, the Creatrix,
The Preserver and the Destroyer of the Creation,
The Annihilator,
The Motherly Caressing of the Universe
And the Force Strange, Bizarre.

A magnificent Kali, an awaking Kali,
Not dormant,
Pray, pray you
And She will hear you,
The Mother Divine.

She is an attribute of the Force,
Call Her whatever you like to call,
She is the same Motherly Force,
The Creation Herself,
The Preserver and the Looker-after.

A magnificent, magnificent statue saw I
Of Mother Kali,
Dark, dark, pitch dark and black,
Resplendent with
Shining black.
Mother in a strange mood of Her Own,
Quite in Anger,
Her Anger Divine
As for the annihilation of demons and devils,
The increase in sin.

As for to annihilate them, to lessen that
Aggravated on earth,
Incarnated She Herself
The Creative Force
As for a balance between virtue and sin.

The statue, a clay-model one highly tall,
Looking magnificently black and artistic,
Native and indigenous,
But beautiful enough,
Mythical and mystical no doubt.

The Night of Creation or the Night She Herself,
Mythical, mystical,
Supernatural and nocturnal
She Herself,
Just like the night.

A magnificent statue of Kali,
Dark black, pitch dark,
Looking bizarre-bizarre and grotesque
But strangely beautiful.

Mother standing aloft, held high
On the fallen Shiva,
Lying sulking in
Or fallen flat on the ground
Whatever come on Her way.

And after having placed Her One Foot,
Feels She ashamed of
For what She has done unknowingly,
As for placing Her Foot on Shiva.

In doing so, the Tongue comes of the mouth
In shame
And she feeling ashamed of
What She did in her Uncontrollable Anger.

Ashamed of what She did in Her Bad Temper,
Going out of the periphery,
Ashamed of for all what She did,
Drew Herself back.

A posture with one Leg over Shiva,
Matted and saintly lying he
With a sacred thread over His bare body
And in the tiger leather to cover Himself,
A Yogi, a Fakir and a Sadhaka.

Kali in Her Leela Divine, the Divine Play of things
As they keep revolving,
Engaging our space,
Keep it running the world of creatures.

Kali in Her Anger Divine, but quelled
With the traditional arms and armaments
Into the four hands of Hers,
The heads of the sinners
Cut off and garlanded.

One of the demon-heads into one
Of the four hands,
With the snake, the conch shell
And the sword
And the jackal beneath.

Kali, Mother Kali, the statue of Kali,
Dark black and radiant,
Shining black
With the tongue out of the lips,
Holding out in shame.

The eyes full of a glaze,
The third-eye half-sleepy, half-blued,
Perhaps in a dreamy state,
Giving the power of meditation.

A red beauty spot on the forehead
With the third eye or the crescent
Dreaming and dazzling,
With the nose-ring, the ear-ring and the finger-ring,
A crown overhead.

A dribble of blood hanging from the tongue,
The snake a blackly cobra
With the hood,
Armed with the sword and the shield.

A magnificent statue of Kali saw I,
A magnificent and grand Kali,
Huge and powerful Kali,
Saw I
And the stature flashed upon the mind’s eye.

A fine creation of imagination, artistic craftsmanship,
An Image Primitive and Primordial,
Dreamt and imagined
And modeled in clay,
Dyed and painted.

The Dark Mother, not only dark, but beautiful,
Blessing,
Nightly, blackly,
Creational, mythical and mysterious,
A facet of the same Creation.

An attribute of the Mother Divine,
Incarnates She to slay the sinners,
Whose numbers abound in,
The burden of earth to lessen
And She comes to dispense with Her Job.

Invoke Her, invoke Her and She will come,
Call Her with your devotion
And She will come,
She is the Night of Creation.

She is the Night of Sadhna,
You do the sadhna,
She will automatically test it,
Take Her Name during the midnight time.

She is a Goddess of the midnight,
Of the darker nights,
Try to see the Blessings of Hers,
Offer Her your offerings.

Call Her, call Her from your heart
And She will, She will come to
Attending your call,
Hearing your prayer.

There is a joy in feeling her Divine Providence
Which but can be felt,
Can never be proved,
The Supernatural Presence of Hers,
The Mystical Flashes of Hers.

Kali Kali, Mahakali, Greater Kali,
Kali Kaal-rupa, Doom-faced,
Kali Kalyani, Blissful,
Kali Katyayani, Slayer,
Kali Kali.

The Dark Goddess, the Dark Mother,
The Test of Sadhna, the Night of Sadhna,
Sadhna experimental and mystical,
Supernatural and nocturnal
And frightening.

What it is dark, how to unravel it,
Dark is dark,
Let it be
As it cannot be resolved,
Dark is dark, let it be what it was dark.

See the Dark Goddess,
An Embodiment Divine,
In a pose and posture of Her Own,
Taking the arms
Ready to slay the sinners.

A Lady with dark long hair
Hanging up to the waist,
A garland of man-heads around the neck,
One cut into and placed into the hands
And She holding it by hair.

Ma Kali, Mother Kali,
The Dark Goddess,
An Image, a Thought or an Idea,
A Myth
Around the Mystery Divine.

A Native Woman up in arms,
Negrite, Austric, ethnic, aboriginal,
A Rupa Tamasik, Face Spirited,
A Sociological Reality.

The crescent on the forehead
Where the third eye is,
Vermillion in to the parting line of the hair,
The sideways of her feet red-coloured.

There are several ways of worshipping the Divine,
The Mother Goddess,
The Goddess Divine,
The Mother Divine,
She is Mother, Mother, the Mother of the Universe.

It is really bestowing to see the Mother Divine,
Mother Kali,
Who is not only dark,
But blue too
When She is Shyama Kali, Ink-coloured kali.

Somewhere the same can be viewed as Tara,
Beautifulness of the Eye, the Eye Divine Fallen of Sati,
Shiva mad with sorrow
And taking into the lap of His the Lifeless Body of Hers,
Moving and the limbs falling off to into sacred spots.

A magnificent statue of Kali, pitch-dark,
Dark black but shining,
But the beauty indescribable,
A Goddess incarnated to slay the sinners
And saving religion.

Kali is the Night of Delusion, the Doom-time,
The Creational Time,
The Womb Divine,
The Dark Force
Full of mystery and miracle.

Kali Kali, Kalrupa,
Mahakali,
Kali Katyayani,
Kali Kalyani.

Let Kali be with us, let the Goddess bless us,
Let us worship Kali prayerfully,
Approach the Divine humbly,
Om jayanti mangla kali bhadrakali kapalini!

Let the Mother be with us, let Kalyani be with,
Kali Kali, Mahakali,
Kali Kaal-rupa, Doom-faced,
Kali Kali,
Kali Katyayani, Kali Kalyani.

Mother Kali, the Dark Goddess,
The Goddess of sadhakas and tantrikas,
Testing the sadhna
Raw and experimental,
A delve into mysteries unknowable, but with a calm resignation.

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