Flute, peacock feathers, had long been traded reins steering horses, chariot, helmet still in fancy
Notions fabricated with justice exteriorize rarely if ever by actions, interactions, negotiations Nay had been delivered yet again
Sun descended in its diurnal ritual off his hopes, his options Krishna stood in field gazing piercing horizon
Ocean sheltered by raven wings advanced devouring earth that hemmed it
Hair flared off head in air khappar in hand stretched in front she rode in nude on tide fluid as chariot dark as shade of sky in water blood dribbled off skull off tongue as it glistened
"Thine is the will O' Krishna satiate my thirst deluge my khappar"
Efficacy of specter surpassed of real
Fear flooded the eyes that had glistened amorously at sights of gopis in forest mingled with advancing peril as turtles crawled, horses galloped doves flew away
Trembling voice stumbled out
"Thine is the will divine mother kali destiny of universe shall be done but...."
String yielded liberating bells off elephant scurrying away covered eggs five and one that could not crawl, gallop, fly
Streamed out of eyes over sanguine tongue rage as fire "What cunning plot is this!"
"...but for brothers five and I the sixth" lips quivering still voice trembling
"Thine is the will, Lord of universe, shall not be undone..." fury burgeoned as she paused "arid I remain shall return to claim my right to exact my fill till athirst I am no more"
