God's Ire Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

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!