The Mascot Of Liberation Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Kolkata's heart where colors blend,
Ananya stands, her thoughts ascend.
Durga Pujo fills the air,
A festival of strength, a moment to declare.

She's modern yet rooted, a paradox in sight,
A woman of battles, a beacon of light.
Amidst the crowd, her eyes do find,
Another like her, a soul defined.

A woman in saree, a Durga in hand,
A mascot of power, a symbol so grand.
Ananya wonders, what thoughts she keeps,
Is she a warrior, even when she sleeps?

'Perhaps she's like me, ' Ananya ponders,
'A blend of worlds, a soul that wanders.
In her grip, Durga's more than clay,
She's a beacon of strength, guiding her way.'

Drawn by a force, Ananya speaks,
'Your Durga's beautiful, ' her curiosity peaks.
The woman smiles, her words a song,
'She's my strength, where I belong.'

In that brief exchange, a truth unfurls,
A goddess lives in the heart of girls.
Bound by culture, yet free to choose,
Two women stand, neither will lose.

'Happy Durga Pujo, ' they say in tune,
A phrase so simple, yet powerfully hewn.
For in those words, a truth's revealed,
The strength of Durga, in them concealed.

And so they part, but not alone,
For each carries a goddess, etched in stone.
In Kolkata's heart, where colors blend,
Two souls connect, their spirits ascend.