A poem by Swami Vivekananda
The stars are blotted out, The clouds are covering clouds It is darkness vibrant, sonant, In the roaring, whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics Just loosed from the prison-house, Wrenching trees by the roots, Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray, And swirls up mountain-waves, To reach the pitchy sky. The flash of lurid light Reveals on every side A thousand, thousand shades Of Death begrimed and black- Scattering plagues and sorrows, Dancing mad with joy, Come, Mother, come!
For Terror is Thy name, Death is in Thy breath, And every shaking step Destroys a world for e’er. Thou “Time”, the All-destroyer! Come, O Mother, come!
Who dares misery love, And hug the form of Death, Dance in Destruction’s dance, To him the Mother comes.