Sunday Poetry by Baisakhi Das

Durga puja

Everyone thought that Maa wasn’t coming this year,
Staying in their houses, crumbled with fear.
Eyes see the empty roads, and crowds so small,
Nobody can be seen outside, none at all.
Everybody keeping their doors and windows shut,
And the green wide ground, now looks bleak.
Still Maa comes to fill our heart with joy,
Yeah, maybe its different this year but she’s there.
There’s an invisible demon out there,
That can make even breathing like hell.
Its so small, can’t even be seen by our eyes,
Entering our body may result in wreaking havoc.
Coughs or sneezes are the ways it spreads,
And to our lungs, it’s a threat.
We, who always likes to socialize and stay in groups,
Now prefer to stay away, not even shaking hands.
And with a mask on our mouths,
We go out to see Durga Maa.
Trying her best to save our world,
With her glorious powers.
Nobody’s even opening their shops,
Except for grocery or stock.
We used to giggle and play all day long,
On our swings and slide in the park.
Now, we’re caged in our homes,
As Corona shows its might outside.
I used to pity my dolls, trapped on the shelves,
Now, I guess who’s trapped inside a matchbox.
As to me, it’s a privilege,
To even see Durga Maa en-lighted face.
We, who are social beings,
Now staying away from other for months.
When can we really be free?
When can we say that old charming Hi!
To our beloved friends and relatives.
All we do is pray and wait till it goes away.
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