Agomoni: A Message

Cruel one, let me digress,

Diverted by the sight of kaash flowers--

The white heavens walk on earth.

No longer talk to me of my inferiority

And your excellence. I foresee

Our immediate separation.…

My Being is an Agomoni of new Autumn--

The season when I change the range

Of my garments, colours fresh…

To meet my own Durga, the Shakti

That defies heartbreak and pain.

I break the chains that you impose on me

Once and for all: I hear the conch shells

Call me from power to power,

Strength to strength.