Sister Nivedita

Kali the mother Sister Nivedita

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 All-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.