Soft came the wind
From the riverside,
Where the tall grass swayed
With their silver mane,
And touched each house
Leaving its fragrant trail
Festive colors covered
Each street and lane
Where the Goddess rode
Her faithful lion
To the sound of drums
From each corner
It is the season of autumn
And the season of hope
A season of joy
The celebration of life
Of beauty and grace
The resilience of spirit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fervor of Puja is beautifully expressed. Nice share. Thanks.
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