KALI

In the still graveyard, the silence spout
Mounted on a jackel you come,
tearing the stillness with thy dreadful shout
The largness of those ghastly eyes
dishevelled hair,
The dark body of cosmic size

The dancing feet and the dance of death
blood-spattered tongue,
oozing blood with each breath
The potent hands, holding the Axe and the trident
The garland of human skulls
black poisonous snakes, thy adored pendent

sinful hands, cut , tied to the waist
hanging till the knees
they respond to thy haste
redeemer of sins with the fearful sight
Kali...Mahakali...
The goddess of fearlessness and Might

When the light shall fail
to bekcon me
Kali, to thee, I Hail