Bou
(Oh Mother}
What a beauty there
In your vermillion smeared face
When your nose and eyes
Were watering
From the smoke of firewood
Billowing from Katha Chullah(Hearth)
You were busy
In tidying the house
From early dawn
When there was still darkness
Without caring even
How messy your looks gone
Whether the vermillion
Was in its place or smudged
Or your hair became
Knotty and rough !
You only cared
Whether your children
Ate properly or not
You loved to bake for us
Chapatis or bread
Cook rice and fry small fishes
To our tastes
Preparing curry of greens
Dishes after dishes
Oh what a taste in them
As if there was
A nectar’s touch.
Today as I
Make a darshan(reverential visit}
Of Goddess Durga
In this Dusshera festival
Your vermillion smeared face
Splashes before my eyes.
I see the weapons
Sharpened with your determination
To cut down the sufferings and pains
Of your children
Glittering
In the grips of your raised hands.
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