Why Weapons Ma Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

What for these weapons all O Durga Ma
In hands-that trident sharp, that sword, that disc
Et al.? ! ! I'm scared and stare at you with awe!
To approach you we fear of mortal risk.

O Mother pious, your holy spirit is full
Of love, your lotus eyes always spill love,
Your flowery feet with love alone, us pull
Ane when we see you smile, with love we bow.

We're only human beings O Mother pure-
So timid, foolish, weak and naïve in core.
Do you need weapons Ma, these traits to cure?
We're not such villains as fiends of yore.

Why don't you use your love O Ma to right
Our wrongs and ignite in us inner light!