BLESSED
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Neelam Saxena Chandra (India)
A murky lane,
The weather sultry,
Still air,
Humid, hot and hellaciously bruising.
Voices of the past reverberate
Try to pull her in the black hole
Of nothingness.
Her blue veins turn murky too,
The red arteries boil.
They don't wish to revisit
Those achy alleys.
In the tug of war
Of past's festering flashbacks
And present's preciousness,
A lighted path emerges.
She glances at the statue of
The Goddess Kali
Being taken for immersion
She bows in gratitude.
She's Kali.
She's strong
She's powerful.
Blessings prevail!
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