KALI THE MOTHER

-By SWAMI VIVEKANANDA

The stars are blotted out,
  Clouds are covering clouds,
  It is darkness, vibrant, sonant.
  In the roaring whirling wind
  Are the souls of a million lunatics,-
But loosed from the prison house,-
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.
 The sea has joined the fray,
 And swirls up mountain-waves,
 To reach the pitchy sky.
     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
Destroys a world for e'er.
Thou" Time" the AII-Destroyer ,
Then come, O Mother, Come !

Who can misery love,
Dance in destruction's dance,
And hug the form of Death,-
       To him the Mother comes.