Of Durga’s brow, a tempest born---
Blood thirst and vengeance writhed to form.
Four arms to wield Raktabija’s death,
She conquers the world with every breath.
The skies stain tainted as her skin,
Black and stark ‘gainst her deva kin.
Her roaring maw consumes the land---
Destruction tethered to her devi hand.
A sword to slay ego as well as foe,
Khatvanga to show lost souls where to go.
Slaughter with purpose is her lurid fame---
Kali, the Inescapable Death, is her name.
Author notes
About Kali, a Hindu deity. She is a goddess depicted as pure rage and bloodlust, but also as maternal and tranquil.
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Comments
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Oh wow.. I really enjoyed this read.. I seem to be speechless really..Great write.
Peace to you, Jetleena -
Wonderful to see a Hindu Goddess in here. This was a fantastic entry that delighted me. For any readers that did not know who Kali was, this was educational as well. Thank you for such a wonderfully penned entry.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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Hmmm...so does she have more than four arms, and only four of them are occupied with Raktabija (another deity I'm unfamiliar with, I assume)? I think the maternal and tranquil sides were kind of overshadowed by the bloody in this case, but that's a function of the brevity of the poem as well. Certainly showing lost souls where to go is a guiding, gentle kind of activity. Is Khatvanga the name of the sword, or a concept of some kind?
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Awesome.
Very interesting, and I like the way this flowed, as well as I like the fact I learned something from it! Thanks.
Keep on keeping on. Peace, Timothy~
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