fragmented needs, scattered seeds, where are you, o Kaali!

whose gardens you will destroy next

whose curtains will you put on fire next

when will your anger be quenched

whose scarifce will measure up to your quest

are you just craving for the eternal attention

of all those who love you

and worship you

may be not, you are just a bit tired

you have found out the way

to some one’s yearning and eyes

it passes through a volcano of desires

that do not belong to this world

and are not so high

in your esteem so far