She is feared, yet revered.
She is dark, yet ignites the spark.
She is destruction, yet the cause of creation.
She is home bound, yet resides in the cremation ground.
With one hand She feeds,
Motherly aura She leads,
And with the other She creeds,
Punishing for devilish deeds.
Depicted as darkness, She stands,
With a million heads and hands,
She is the lustrous flame,
Yet, Kali is Her name.
Shown as having a sooty skin,
Tremendously courageous, She has been,
As a lamp deposits soot as it burns,
She's starry, bringing over new turns.
No, red is not for blood or smear,
It's passionate energy diminishing fear,
She is beyond time, at all times to come,
Yet feared by all, revered by some.
You call Her, Parvati, Sati, Uma,
But for me, she is always,
Timeless, Boundless, Limitless, and Our,
Supreme Ma!!!
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Pristine Love - Poems of Divine Adoration
Poetry"Destiny clearly has a great and magical role in the coming together of two hearts which are meant to be together and beat as one." What does Love feel like? It must be truly divine for my heart beats with rhythm at the mention of My Beloved. Yes, L...
