Kali
The Dark Goddess
Mythical and mystical
With the tongue held out
Of the lips
Wearing a wreath of the heads
Of demons and devils
Slain in the battle against
And with the snake
And conventional weapons
Into her four hands
And the fox too with,
But Shiva to quell her anger
Lying fallen on her way
And she with her one leg
Over his body
Feeling ashamed of
What she in anger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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