forgive me Mother Kaali
you have never understood me
whenever I came to offer
flowers of white lilies
you looked other way
complaining as if, why did I
not bring coloured flowers
how would i tell you
what did I give you
it was a slice of cake
made with deep pain inside
buried in my garden
the manure with which I had grown
these white lilies
please smile Mother
accept these lilies
I have nothing else to offer,
which I can claim has
a part of me
intimate self of mine