I am no more the substance, but you still are the spirit<\/p>\n
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Why do we suffer alone<\/p>\n
And celebrate together<\/p>\n
Why is it that meanings are lost<\/p>\n
And the contexts only matter<\/p>\n
How is it that we fear the\u00c2\u00a0 Kaali so much<\/p>\n
And yet when Deity\u00c2\u00a0 is in front,<\/p>\n
For her forgiveness, we clamor<\/p>\n
Why are we not sure ever<\/p>\n
What is that which we seek now or after<\/p>\n
Why is this vain hope of surrender?<\/p>\n
Will incompleteness not survive this storm<\/p>\n
Of uncertain streams and undecided norms<\/p>\n
I know how does one placate the priest<\/p>\n
Offer the flowers, kneel on ground and say<\/p>\n
I am no more the substance, but you still are the spirit<\/p>\n
You will have your way, no matter what the world would say<\/p>\n
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I am no more the substance, but you still are the spirit Why do we suffer alone And celebrate together Why is it that meanings are lost And the contexts only matter How is it that we fear the\u00c2\u00a0 Kaali so much And yet when Deity\u00c2\u00a0 is in front, For her forgiveness, we clamor Why … <\/p>\n