The Face Divine,
The Grand Face Divine of the Deity,
Huge, huge and tall,
The face of the Dark Goddess!
The Dark Goddess, bizarre and grotesque,
Strangely-poised
The Goddess Divine,
You come and go seeing Her,
The Goddess in Her strange posture.
You come, come and go seeing
The face,
The Face Divine of the Goddess,
The Dark Goddess,
The Mother Divine,
Dark black, but beautiful.
Why not to talk ofWLM, WLM,All the time Black Lives Matter not,White Lives Matter tooShould be thereAs I have heard them saying,SayingAnd getting public sympathies,But sympathies must be humanNot otherwiseImprovised and explained?
Dealing with imagery?Or the William Wordsworth of OrissaTalking of Oriya landscapes,A poet of tranquility and silence?Or the John Keats dealing with loveOr the D.H.Lawrence with man-woman relationshipOr the W.B.Yeats of a mythical base?
In the wild,The dog-like hyenaSo swift and proud,Going for a kill,To preyAnd pounce uponOr lie in wait for.The hyena,Hyena,Dog-like wild animal,Carnivore of the forestRunning so swiftly,Searching for prey and killAs its food.
Have you,YouThought aboutThem,ThoseCleaningLatrines?And ifThey don’t,WhatWill itHappen,IfTheyDon’tLatrines?
The Eyes Divine?Mahalaya,The end of the Pitri Paksha,The beginning of the Devi Paksha.The Devi is coming,Haven’t you heard Her StepsWith anklets resounding?The autumnal nightsScented withThe Chandipatha and redolent blooms.
