Pujo-Pujo

Once again its time for return
of those wonderful days
When sky turns bluer and the world is
bathed in sun’s golden rays.

The clouds clear out as the Goddess,
begins her journey to earth.
And every Bengali’s heart fills with joy-
right from LA to Perth!

The malls are ready for the crowd-attack,
Stuffed with goods to the core.
Bengalis of all colour rush to grab
the latest in fashion to hit stores.

5 days of Pujo pass, in gaity and
devotion to THE LADY supreme.
Its time for the girls and boys to search
for the partner of their dreams!

Saptami passes off in a blur with the heart,
dancing to the tune of dhaak instrument.
Ashtami’s khichuri beats hands down
The delicacies of any restaurant.

Navami evening the heart grows heavy,
Thought of festivities coming to an end.
Dashami dawns with long-drawn faces
And sadness on every countenance.

End of Pujo signals an end of festivities,
And time to trudge back to work
“Maa tumi aabar esho” is a phrase oft heard
to lift sagging spirits with a spark!

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