why should a cloud be so strained
in taking the help of a storm
let the drops of rains soak the silent trees
around a grave yard
do not ask, why should the windows miss
the curtains behind whihc you once stood
do not ask why a traveler never minded
going back from your door
because you were bestowing your grace on other devotees
O Kaali, you can not understand the pain
of those who have to pulverise the soil
in which one may have sown the choicest seeds
because the gardener wants different flowers
whose aroma will invite snakes
that will engulf the trees
that complain of loneliness