Kali the Mother poem by swami vivekananda

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

Published on April 5, 2010 at 9:53 am  Comments Off on Kali the Mother poem by swami vivekananda  
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