Devi (Goddess)

Bou (Oh Mother} What a beauty there In your vermillion smeared face When your nose and eyes Were watering From the smoke of firewood Billowing from Katha Chullah(Hearth) You were busy In tidying the house From early dawn When there was still darkness Without caring even How messy your looks gone Whether the vermillion Was in its place or smudged Or your hair became Knotty and rough ! You only cared Whether your children Ate properly or not You loved to bake for us Chapatis or bread Cook rice and fry small fishes To our tastes Preparing curry of greens Dishes after dishes Oh what a taste in them As if there was A nectar's touch. Today as I Make a darshan(reverential visit} Of Goddess Durga In this Dusshera festival Your vermillion smeared face Splashes before my eyes. I see the weapons Sharpened with your determination To cut down the sufferings and pains Of your children Glittering In the grips of your raised hands. .