The Chandipatha (I) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Chandipath sprinkled with the autumnal beauty lit large, sprinkled with dew drops, misty shroud of colder nights redolent with cchatims, seulis and kaash blooms take us into a far cosmic gloom of mass, matter, spirit and consciousness consciousness thudded with an existential search to the mantric and syllabic splendour of sound and mythic and mystical recitation where meaning after meaning lies it hidden, layer after layer into the folds of mysticism, the mysteries revolving life and death.Bhagabati, who is She? Who is Bhagabati?