In the whirl of each day,
I try to grasp the fleeting time.
Tossed among the waves of the passing minutes,
Struggling to cope with the loss of each wasted moment.
Ruthless time waits for none, and will never turn around,
What marches ahead is our own finite existence.
Then I see your dark visage dear Mother,
Kali, the Goddess of Time.
And time stands still,
There is nowhere else to go, nothing more to achieve.
There is no struggle to clutch the fleeting seconds,
No loss of what could have been.
You are yesterday, today and tomorrow,
Every moment is the bliss of your love.
In your beautiful dark form,
I discover the solace of eternity.