my mother shyama----kamalkant

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The black bee of my mind is drawn in sheer delight

to the blue lotus flower of mother shyama's feet

the blue flower of the feet of kali, siva's consort

tasteless. to the bee, are the blossoms of desire,

my mother's feet are black, and black too is the bee

black is made one with black! this much of the mystery

my moral eyes behold, then mostly retreat

but kamalakanta's hopes are answered to the end

he swims in the sea of bliss, unmoved by joy or pain.

 

kamalkant- a kali bhakta

 

***shyama means one who is black -refers to kali***