wash your hands, Maa Kali
soiled with digging my grave
in a lake of my tears
who knows the stains might go away
never once should you suspect
my devotion was inadequate
even if i was
i have not damned my tears
so they will flow
but the lake is still drying
may be the cracks in the ground
have taken a toll
of my impermeable resolve
i am not able to
hold
my restraint some times
forgive me, Maa kaali
and give me a reprieve
i need to now evaporate
and with whiff of a air
stir your hairs