The autumnal flowers and blooms all saying it, the Mother is coming, Mother is coming, Mother is coming, the Mother Divine, the Mother Divineis coming, coming, coming, the Mother is coming, coming, coming, Durga Devi with the silent steps, silent steps of Hers and the Anklets Tinkling, tinkling under the starry nights soaked in light winter, mist and fog.
Have you, have you seen the Eyes, Eyes of Hers? The history of man, the history of Creation, the history of the Earth lie they embedded in. Have you, have you seen the history through the Eyes, Eyes Divine, the Eyes, Eyes so dark and deep?
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