Aurath

Meri Kali drinks the blood of men.

Meri Draupadi crushes men under her feet.

Meri Sikhandi gave up the femininity between her legs, but oh make no mistake the gaze that held a dying Bhishma’s was that of a woman’s.

Woman has always been the essence of the universe,

in the pleats of her skirt hide the the mysteries of our existence,

her bindi is the center of the eternal and infinite.

She is your soul,

and mine.