As autumn approaches,
My heart swells up with an uncanny emotion-
It's a mix of joy, nostalgia, devotion and excitement
Maa is coming....
As I turn on the Radio at the dawn of Mahalaya,
Birendra Krishna Bhadra chants in his powerful voice -
"Aswiner sarodo prate beje utheche alokomonjir...."
"Maa is coming....", my heart whispers.
As I open my eyes on Shasti morning,
I catch a whiff of Shiuli's scent
The bright blue sky is adorned with cotton like clouds
"Maa is here....", I whisper with a smile.
-Saptami, Ashthami, Navami-
-Aarti, Anjali,Dhak, Dhunachi naach-
As women feed Ma sandesh and smear vermillion on each other's visages-
A lone tear escapes my eye
Maa is leaving....
As she's immersed in the holy Ganges-
Amidst the tearful farewell I whisper'
"Abar esho Maa...."
- Subarna Maitra