DURGAPUJO

Counting and recounting the days

An attempt to fill in the time in between each instant

The swaying breeze through the open haze

The smell of an upcoming phase expectant

Like each and every passing year

With every revolutionary motion of the sun

That time of the year is near

For your minds to delve deep in to the fun.

The ambience is magical and sublime

Each of the faces all lighted up

Happiness is everywhere all the time

Overflowing from our cup

The spectrum of sound all around

Chanted notes of Anjali and Hymns

With enchanted beats of Dhaak in the background

Evokes the emotions of our dreams

The Dhup and Dhuno with scented smoke

The Bhog on each afternoon meal

But what is left is the charcoal and coke

And paper plates in the garbage bin

Because the four sought after days just pass

Like four falling drops of rain on a parched day

Saptami turns to Dashami in a rush

Time can never be overturned come what may

But there is nothing to worry my dear

As herein lies the fun

Those four days will come back each year

With every revolutionary motion of the sun

Counting and recounting the days

With one, two, three and four

Time will find its path through the maze

To come back to you once more.