by Swami Vivekananda

The stars are blotted out ,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
In the roaring, whirling wind,
Are the souls of million lunatics
Just loosed from the prison house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the paths.

The sea has joined the fray,
Swirls of mountain waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side

A thousand, thousand shades
Of death begrimed and black-
Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy.
Come Mother come!

For terror is Thy is name,
Death is Thy breadth,
And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e'er.
Thou 'Time' the All Destroyer!
Come O Mother come
Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death.
Dance in Destruction's dance
To him the Mother comes


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