Her I Worship
Sonnet
Published on February 19, 2021
Her I Worship
Sonnet
Her I worship, the battler-divine, mother of heroes,
Fosterer of aryan-stock, warriors of honed will,
Anointed by her hands, a streak of vermillion hues
Marking their foreheads, armed for battle’s thrill.
Her I worship, rider of Power, crowded with glories,
Astride the irresistible Force, its hunger insatiable,
Its pitiless paws eager to explode in a blur of excess,
Darkness cowers and shrinks to vanish imperceptible.
Her I worship, the roar of wars, of the battle-drum,
And clash of steel, making bodies strong as soul,
Turning nerves into a bow-string of mighty form
And brows that quiver not at the fiery spectacle.
Her I worship, battler-supreme, the Mother Divine,
“To perfect Thy worship O Mother, give Thy sanction”