Kamalakanta Bhattacharya was born in Bardhaman in West Bengal and was a great devotee of Maa Kali. He wrote poems, imploring the Big Mother to destroy limitations and bondage. Due to his excellence in language, poetry and music, the Maharaja of Bardhaman, Tej Chandra took him in as a court advisor and later on as his Guru.
One day, Sadhak Kamalakanta was offering his prayers to Maa Kali’s idol, while the general public, courtiers and Maharaja himself were attending the same. Just then the Maharaja uttered in a moment of devotion, “Maa, how fierce, yet how compassionate you are. You are so alive!” A courtier who envied Sadhak Kamalakanta’s goodwill, countered the King, “This idol of Maa Kali you are talking about…hmm…You say it is alive. Ask Kamalakanta to prove it.”
On hearing this, Kamalakanta asked the Maharaja “Come near the idol of Maa Kali, Maharaj! Touch Her feet with utmost devotion and She shall be alive.”
The Maharaja went ahead to do as instructed by Kamalakanta. With closed eyes and brimming with devotion he touched Maa Kali’s feet and he could feel the Divine Mother’s presence. Her feet felt so alive. He was moved to tears and he went into deep ecstacy.
But the courtier was still not convinced. He also touched the idol’s feet but he could not feel anything. The Maharaja then asked Sadhak Kamalakanta to prove that Maa is alive to everyone present there.
Kamalakanta could not bear the thought of hurting his Mother, yet he took a thorn of Bel(Wood Apple) and pricked the idol’s feet and then held a bel leaf under the wound. Slowly blood started to trickle down the idol’s feet. To him she was not an idol but a living presence of Mother Goddess herself. He cried and cried, it was painful to see his Mother bleed. While the crowd hailed the Divine Mother and sang, he quietly walked out of the shrine.
He wondered, looking at her dark figure, destroyer of all ignorance, To them who meditates on Her, the riches of heaven are poor indeed; If Shyama casts Her glance on them, he swims in Eternal Bliss. The prince of yogis, the king of the Gods, meditate on Her feet in vain; Yet worthless Kamalakanta yearns for the Mother’s blessed feet!
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