She stands where the river blows her hair wild

no youth and no favor for her
no hands to clean the salt licks on her skin
her palms are dreams wrinkled dry
yet craving an offer.

You come from a distant land, she says,
heavens bless you.

I got no small change, I respond,
my mind drifts to ponder,

a small change, I need that too,
always hungered for
and faltered through
like I missed the vessel narrowly
to be on the river's other side.

Maybe when I come back,
I turn toward her.

She was gone.

O Kali
You hold the world
In the fleeing fleeces
Of your infinite
Black hair
You hold the the power
Of control
On this world
For your
Tongue
Protruding in glory
Points to the annihilated
Darkness of the world
You stand dramatically
One foot ahead
On your spouse
O he is no less
The mighty Shiva
As her and his eyes alike
Meet each other
Non contact forces
Working light years away
Hail you and him
O the Satan's head
Lies chopped
In your lotus palms
Yet they hold controlling it
With such a charm
Your glorious eyes
Glazing with the Kohl
The adsorbed sorrow
And dearth of your
Devotees' lives
You bless them
With your lotus palms
Which points but
Downwards
Oh this world but
Is bound by gravity
Oh that Satan's blood
Also falls
Under gravity
Signifying continuity
Of ones like him
Being born
And you
Annihilating them
Again and again
O Devi
Your rawness
Is so charismatic
You shelter your
Devotees'
Under the drapes
Of your clothes
The sword in your hand
Dispelling all evil
Let you guard and nourish as all
Forevermore
O Kali!

Tears will flow, there is no patience tonight
Each drop will mourn her absence tonight

I am alone at home, who else will listen?
Cries won't make any offence tonight

She has a reason to do all this havoc
She will tear letters in my presence tonight

Dispute has rendered her fearless
She looks stranger at my residence tonight

Sharafat, don't add fuel to boiling anger
Keep calm, and cry with silence tonight

Over my illness, doctor will think tonight
With each syrup, life will shrink tonight

I am not that brave to enter grave
In an endless gorge, soul will sink tonight

If the nectar of Husayn isn't on way
Then, tell me what shall I drink tonight

And with me, pen fell down lifeless
Neither it has blood, nor it has ink tonight

Now eyes of Mirza are about to freeze
They may shut, they won't blink tonight

~
Mirza Sharafat