The stars are blotted out, <br /> The clouds are covering clouds, <br /> It is darkness vibrant, sonant. <br /> <br /> In the roaring, whirling wind <br /> Are the souls of a million lunatics <br /> Just loose from the prison-house, <br /> Wrenching trees by the roots, <br /> Sweeping all from the path. <br /> <br /> The sea has joined the fray, <br /> And swirls up mountain-waves, <br /> To reach the pitchy sky. <br /> The flash of lurid light <br /> <br />Reveals on every side <br /> A thousand, thousand shades <br /> Of Death begrimed and black — <br /> Scattering plagues and sorrows, <br /> <br />Dancing mad with joy, <br /> Come, Mother, come! <br />For Terror is Thy name, <br /> Death is in Thy breath, <br /> <br />And every shaking step <br /> Destroys a world for e'er. <br /> Thou 'Time', the All-Destroyer! <br /> Come, O Mother, come! <br /> <br />Who dares misery love, <br /> And hug the form of Death, <br /> Dance in Destruction's dance, <br /> To him the Mother comes.<br /><br />Swami Vivekananda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kali-the-mother/
