T3 শারদ সংখ্যা ২০২২ || তব অচিন্ত্য রূপ || বিশেষ সংখ্যায় Soumen Roy

Sarodiya

The foamy clouds have spread its wings
Dispersing happiness in delightful swing
The catkins sway merrily dancing in the wind
The brewing aroma of Durga Puja thus clings .
Heart thrills with joy walking over the broad streets
Every corner getting decorated with festive greet
Idol makers busy giving idols a finishing touch
Bamboo’s tied with ropes, stands as structured skyscrapers.
Hurrah spreads over the markets and malls
Everyone purchasing new clothes, its durgapuja after all
Maa Durga arrives standing over the mahisashur
The priest’s starts chanting mantras full in divine grandeur.
Durgatsav displays a harmonical signature
A feeling of togetherness, spreading all over
Dancing in every beat of drums and visiting pandals
The celebration goes on and on rushing over the restaurants and fuchka stalls.
The festive flute also sings sailing in between the eyes
Silent auction of emotions through blushes and sighs
Comes the Vijaya Dashmi, a celebration of vermilion and embrace
With a heavy heart we bid a goodbye to our goddess.
Only a prayer dwells in every lip
Ma! Come soon next year
Since Durgapuja is not a mere festival
It is the light of hope and strength that binds us in its glorious carnival .