Kali - The Mother

From her black hair, the kingdom of darkness begins consuming the infinite void, alone bold and bare her tenebruous womb awakes with the spell she spins at her wake a coarse insentient Universe becomes aware. conquerer of time,the essence of her being her mind differs gravely from her darkened skin she carves her future,a vision unseeing manifesting in myriad forms,her play begins. still from the bosom of darkness light is born when love arises from the depths of her heart she decorates her universe with galaxies adorn yet her wrath yields the power to put everything apart. we her children can only fathom her form her real self resides in souls plain and pure she can make flowers bloom and wage a storm forever feeding on our prayers with glory and grandeur blessed is the one who knows her nature how she plays with mood good or bad but her presence reflects in every creature for every children her love is mad. For our holy deity,our beloved Maa Kali.