Like Durga Herself I am home
My mother celebrates our coming
She waits like Menaka* for the whole year
For this festive month
Alas! Where is Giriraj** my father?
There is joy everywhere
Nature drapes herself in beauty
Human-butterflies flit and enjoy
Pandal hopping***sucking honeyed festivity
Alas! Autumn’s misty eyes shed
leaves
On this auspicious day
My only prayer for the daughters
of my land is—
Be Thou Durga
Ride the lion of faith
Destroy Evil forever and bless one
and all
*Menaka is the mother of Durga
**Giriraj is the Himalayas, the father of Durga
***The makeshift huge structures where the beautifully
handcrafted idols of Goddess Durga are kept and people enjoy seeing them. There
are thousands of such podiums where idols of Durga are installed along with
stunning artwork and light décor throughout the cities, towns and villages.
Posted for Abhra’s
prompt Modern Mythologies @ dVersePoetics
Rabbits raining from an empty hat
Or the beautiful lady being cut
in halves
Man walking on the flowing Thames
Or Criss Angel coming out
breaking chains
We see you
Amazing magicians!!
And your art!!
A tangerine sky strains the sun
from dark hours
Myriad life forms to sparkle
forever
For unbearable life there’s
death’s caress
Law tied cosmos can’t dream of a
chaos
We can’t see you
Amazing Magician
Where Art Thou?
Posted for the prompt Magic @
Poetry Jam
