Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 248

Author:

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Durga Puja

Blue sky with pieces of cotton like clouds,

snow-white catkin on glass blades,

melodious autumn in a golden shade

welcome you.

The unity is everywhere,

bridge between rich and poor is shortened,

agony is turned into smile,

suffering has become blessing.

Shops of footpaths or malls are flooded,

streets have no place to hold a drop of ether,

brightness of light makes the eyes blind,

pandals are full of spirit,

idols are lively,

food and drink make the hungry bellies to swell,

nights are sleepless,

walking has become a habit,

from child to the old nobody are at home.

Bengal mother wears Banarasi silk,

golden ornaments with a diamond necklace

make her ever gorgeous.

She offers happiness and peace to all

by stretching her two arms wide open.

Her hairs swing in the air

and provide breath of the festive mood.