God's Ire

Every year I’m haunted by a doubt Will this year’s Puja be a washout? Feeling scared if her anger Ma Durga vents By sending thunder and rain in torrents Festivities spoiled, all joys marred My dresses remain locked in cupboard! With gloomy faces of people around No pandal hopping on wet slushy ground Confined at home, a very sad fate Dating ma Durga merely on Net! Now you may ask what causes her ire The reason can be found not very far Corruptions abound, crores of scam How she can’t be angry and give it a damn!