KARUNA KATAKSHINI
The rage of rudri
Drenches itself in the
Hriday of its own compassion…
Your fieriness
Inflames this mortal
To a new level of being…
This splash in my veins…
You must have yawned within…
The eyes no longer see
Only remain in a stoned ecstasy…
The tumescence of blossoming
You facilitate for me.
And then snatch ground off my feet.
Leaning on none,
Reclining on neither but you,
You ensure mukti
From all borrowed identity…
My throat clogged with sobbing
The kneels hit the ground
To prostrate at you.
You pick me in your arms
And raise me to the skies…
This frolick of yours.
I have come to know…
Hence..
Surrendered to maa.
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