Not Everyone is Happy
She dabbed some white fluffy cloud
On the endless blue canvas
I was watching Her
She sprinkled sun dust all over the place
Shiny fronds began to sway by Her soft breath
I was watching Her
She was weaving beauty
With lotus, sheuli, Kash*
I was watching Her
Stream of joy flowed from the cup of Her hands
This is Mother Durga’s** homecoming
Happiness is in the air
Oh! How I miss you!
*flowers of Bengal that bloom during autumn
**This is also the time for worshipping Durga who is our eternal mother.
The festival marks the victory of Good over Evil. Early Autumn does prepare this homecoming of Mother Durga.
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Perhaps we all should be praying to Mother Durga at this time it can't do any harm. A peaceable world is what we really need.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the puja Sumana...
ReplyDeleteso often we write sad poems so this was refreshingly warm and bright - sprinkled with sheuli flowers and your observations repeated throughout
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful spark of culture in your poem..!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Sometimes we can feel content watching others who are able to summon fluffy clouds and blue skies when we are unable to..i sensed that here and it was beautiful
ReplyDeletebeautiful..
ReplyDeletealways good to learn about other's cultures.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed your poem, Sumana. :)
Superb, being a bengali I can totally relate to the excitement of welcoming Durga puja :D:D
ReplyDeleteLoved the picture you painted with your verse!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting. I just pulled up and read a bit about Durga and your festival. Would be very interesting to experience. And what better reason to celebrate than for good over evil.
ReplyDeleteIt is the time of Spring Equinox here, and I too have been giving thought to the Eternal Mother (by a different name).
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your celebration, Sumana! It sounds like the kind of celebration the world needs right now!
ReplyDeleteA powerful take on the salvation of mankind towards a bigger being in the spiritual sense. Soothes the unsettling feelings, Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
Ah, this is wonderful tradition, thank you for introducing it to us, Sumana! Inspiring and peaceful.
ReplyDeleteLuv that recurring line. Luv the stark telling Title. Luv the praise and awe toward your Goddess. Did I say inluv this poem a lot
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Much love...
In every country / religion - there's always a celebration for its heroes / saints. Thank you for sharing this celebration to us Sumana.
ReplyDeleteowWOOOOOO! Wow! Perhaps after watching her add clouds and weave beauty, the speaker can embrace this return of happiness. Perhaps she will not turn away now that the mother acknowledges the presence of clouds and loss. Perhaps she is what was lost. What an insight, how vibrantly you paint the joy and the loneliness!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem, Sumana. I admire the unexpected twist at the end, of you missing the happiness of the season. I know. Loss pains us, at such times.
ReplyDeleteStream of joy flowed from the cup of Her hands...
ReplyDeletethat is a beautiful image.
I like your title Sumana. I know everyone's not happy and you miss it. Perhaps celebrations like this one, can spark a little joy and hope for the triumph of good. Take care.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful...
ReplyDeleteZQ
A beautiful celebration...perhaps we could all pray to Mother Durga...we need so much more good in our world.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
i was drawn to "weaving beauty" - lovely image
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery.
ReplyDeleteIs she anything like the Earth Mother? I like to look for her everyday, and see her works.
ReplyDeleteWonderful tribute to belief in the joy that flows from creativity,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
A triumph of good over evil. What an exquisite evocation ... weaving beauty: a lovely extended metaphor.
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