The month has come with all it's grace,
To adorn the mundane human race.
The idol we seek in all our pain,
Will sprinkle drops of grackle rain.
The tinge of scarlet in the blue,
A rainbow pallet on canvas hue.
Speaks a world with elated voice,
The mother is here to fill our choice.
Durga with her arduous hands,
Will cleanse each filth from mortal lands.
Her fragrance wafts through the florid air,
And fills each petal of human share.
Early wave of Autumn has smiled,
To walk on earth, so calm and mild.
It brought us vibes of a divine thought,
An aura that binds us in this pot.
Through the spectrum of the tasseled sky,
My brocaded wings have learned to fly.
With hopes of different tones and hues,
My soul has drenched in drops of dews.
An audacious battle to strangle sin,
To end the fire of evil's grin.
Durga is the name we know,
Embossed in a divine glow.
She is an idol of earthen clay,
Yet we pray her night and day.
Open those sleepy yawning mind,
In each a girl, her grace you'll find.
Raise them high with honor and pride,
They will lead us like a noble guide.
Let them be empowered again,
To end the groans in helpless pain.
Let the sublime bliss unveil,
And spread to excite mortal zeal.
The world will smile in joy and bliss,
Beneath the clouds of divine peace.