God Durga Poem by Bikash Santra

I saw on the road
Many helpless faces,
Did not take this year
Worship is the joy of happiness.
They are not new clothes
Can't eat twice,
How can i say mother
To rejoice in worship?
I wandered around in old clothes
For these four days of worship,
I share their grief
Own them
I know I'm very bad
Maybe to you,
Thank you on earth
That sent me.
Your kindness
Mother over the poor,
We are ordinary people mothers
You are very big in the world.