MahakaliO Mother, come, do come.
My sleepless loving heart shall bow.
Thy Feet that shake the world
Shall be my only choice from now.
My slumber pines to-day
To hear Thy stern and unique voice.
Do conquer, Mother sweet,
My haughty mind's deafening noise.
Thou art the source of all,
In Thee abides my promised Hour,
To fulfil my soul's desire
Thy Feet of love, O Mother of Power.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Agni Press, 1973