when the rains are not able to wash away
stains of memories
sustained by bruises one suffers while climbing the steps to your temple
through uncharted paths
full of thorny bushes
allowed to grow
deliberately to keep away
all those whose yearnings may violate the memoryscapes of those clouds
which have been waiting to rain
in your courtyard
O Ma Kaali
that is the way you shower
your blessings
i have learned now
under the shadow of all the clouds that did not rain this year too