Dressed like a crazy woman,
Robed with the sky?
Whom does she belong to?
She has let down her hair,
Thrown off her clothes,
Strung human hands around her waist,
And taken a sword in her hand.
Her face sparkles
From the reflection of her teeth,
And her tongue lolls out.
The smile on that moon-face drips
Heaps and heaps of nectar.
Mother, are you going to rescue Kamalakanta
In this outfit?
-Written by Kamalakanta
*about the Goddess Kali*
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