Dark Daughter (Retelling The Tale) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Dark daughter,
Dark you,
Dark the world,
The myths of Creation.

Dark is Kali,
Dark you,
Dark the world,
The ways of life.

Dark you,
Dark the world,
Dark is Kali,
The myths of Creation.

If this be the state,
The state of things,
The go of the world,
If this be…

The things continue to
Be muffled in,
The mysteries laid it not bare,
Shrouding it more

The riddles and the puzzles
Vexing the mind and brain,
Perplexing
What to say, say it?

Dark daughter, drawn to you
I fail to cut the bonds
Of maya-moha, illusion,
What it is dark, let it be, let it be!

Dark daughter,
Dark you,
Dark the world,
The myths of Creation.

Dark daughter,
What it is dark, let it be,
Let it be, my daughter,
As dark is dark!

Dark daughter,
Whenever sad and somber,
I turn to you,
To you for consolation

Glancing the sculptures
And figurines
Of the terracotta temples
And you lying under mist and sunshine

As art and artifacts, myths and motifs
Of love, affection, sympathy
And bonding, relationship,
Daughters, dark daughters!