Kali the kind mother
The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clods,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
In the roraring,whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loose from the prison house-
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray,
And swurls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
A thousand ,thousand shades
Of death begrimed and black –
Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy,
Come, Mother, come!
For terror is Thy name,
Death is in Thy breath,
And every shaking step
Destoys a world for e’er
Thou “Time”, the All Destroyer !
Come, O Mother, come!
Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death,
Dance in Destruction’s dance’
To him the Mother comes.
– swami vivekananda
