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
