A stainless darkling hiding under the bed tending her 6 year old heart,
Waiting to be trampled by the bigoted fairness society under the sable texture of 'fair and lovely' dart.
"Kaali" ,the untoward ink thrown at her spirit by a straw skinned queen,
Yet she was breathing,wearing the crown of racist slurs like a sooty queen.
Burdened with the ashes of gram flour and turmeric,
a new soul heaved from the graves wrapped in aetheric,
Amid the swooning yearners for snow white grew a meek dusky girl having a mind full of light,
But how a world could let a hazy dove bloom,
When it was drowning in the milky fairy doom
Bearing all the concrete insults spat at her murky avatar,
A black-shelled girl finally glided and shone in the pitch black sky like a fierce star.