I am ordered within myself just to write about You
Was it not Saraswathi
Who was the inspiration for writing?
and Shiva
the grand Lord of Education
Yet it is You
who inspires me
You
who are dark
Your hair wild, unbound
Kali
why are You so different
within
the Pantheon of Divinities?
You
are too powerful to dare ignore
let alone mock
While we wear out
our tired definitions,
Our frail insecurities
Our surrender
our love
Kali, your silence
answers all my questions
Soothes them into answers
Like the soft lullaby
for a tired cranky child
Fed up of feeding, even playing
Seeking that spacious lap of yours
where even death is filled
with life, with vitality
—Lakshmi Bayi
