Shyama Kali
None told me,
Why is Kali blue,
None told me?
Kali black not,
But blue,
Blue.
Child Kartik Idol
Child Kartik at your door
Saying,
Mother, you take me in?
The night is dark and misty
And it is lonely outside,
But the small idol lies left in.
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