Kali

By Abhinav Nath Jha

A doomsday clarion of the bereft and the bereaved,

There's blood and information to devour,

Uttering ghoulish predictions into existence,

The devil's advocate is the Asura himself,

You're your father and his unquenchable conquest for hegemony,

And the skull that encapsulates your generational cycle of misdeeds,

Wake up before Devi descends from timelessness,

Into the ether of parochial entrapment that you call your Dharma,

Renaissance is her scimitar's protrusion,

The incision shall scalp out your botched sense of Self,

Incomprehensible is the deliverance of her cosmic justice,

She's judge, jury, executioner and your repentance,

So wake up before Devi unleashes her relentlessness,

Wake up before she snatches your Maya,

A blood-curdling deluge of purgation awaits humanity,

A blood-curdling gush of protection hovers upon you

By Abhinav Nath Jha