Ma(Mother) Durga Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

Oh Mother! /So /You will be descending again /Once more /Does it gladden You /That You will be worshipped with glamour with a thunder of lights and music / And the Vedic Mantras will fill the air with dry hymns / And the lovely ladies will pretend to be lovelier with new dresses and ornaments /And the children will play and merry /The old couple will be reminiscent with thoughts of fading glory /These four days will be once more joyous /Leaving every trace of sad thoughts behind / Oh Dear Goddess! / Are You a real Magician / Like his play /Only ephemeral/Only exists for just four days / And then the reality re-appears / The poor child who got a four days food, now starve for half a day / Everyday / The tears of the Widows surface again / Oh Mother! / What is the point of a momentary celebration / Why not there is no Celebration/ No great joy / No great sorrow / But a decent life for everyone/ Your own children / Whom I suppose /You do not discriminate!

With an apology to Ma,

Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009