wash your hands, Maa Kali
\nsoiled with digging my grave
\nin a lake of my tears
\nwho knows the stains might go away<\/p>\n
never once should you suspect
\nmy devotion was inadequate
\neven if i was
\ni have not damned my tears
\nso they will flow
\nbut the lake is still drying
\nmay be the cracks in the ground
\nhave taken a toll
\nof my impermeable resolve
\ni am not able to
\nhold
\nmy restraint some times
\nforgive me, Maa kaali
\nand give me a reprieve
\ni need to now evaporate
\nand with whiff of a air
\nstir your hairs<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … <\/p>\n