The Mother

Oh Great worshippers of the Mother And her many forms. Look out, open the closet doors! Centuries of dust have you stored. Cymbals, drums, hymns and incense, to please, you light. The Durga Shapthati, you chant With all your might! In obeisance you turn to animal sacrifice. Some lose all to the Tantra Way of life. With years of penance on deer skin, fire water and ice. Do sages profess to gain a glimpse of Thy Sacred Might. Sacrifice a woman, child or beast All in Her name. From Golden temples, the bells they ring with pride. Flowers, fasting, the correct posture, hour and time. The Mother from Pandals, temples; at onlookers smiles. For with rituals, pageantry and pomp does she arrive. Gems and jewels-at HER feet The powerful sacrifice! Some have at home, the smell of female infanticide. Others hoodwinked The Mother By pushing to Kashi.. The women who bore their lineage, when husbands died. Some for family honour and name Wiped the slate of the female name. Woe betide a woman from outside, She too then, for human sacrifice. Mothers kill daughters for appeasement and with pride. The Ganges squirms at the sins washed and caste aside. Your Breast must be a haven Of putrid sacrifice. I ask Thee O Mother Show me the way. For those who know no Tantra Mantra, Japa or heresay., Should they, forever, stand in line? How many would Thy eyes see- bleed? Why so silent, You after Pran Prathishtha be? In this day and age your sword Silent be? Answer me Mother-Iam But your child supreme. The Masters, the Sages in Karmic cycles -they plead. O Mother, Dear Mother. From Your Slumber awake. The shame, I've covered, only With a few tatters- All in your name. The call of your daughter Will you let it go in vain? From the mountains -till Dakshineshwar. I find no sanctuary. I embark on a journey, not a mere pilgrimage. If you be so Benevolent Then, need I your own plead? I can wait no longer, my Mother's arms I seek.