All night, like the wish-stars
Sheulis* drop from boughs
on the soft cotton cloth,
spread, to take them to the shrine,
where sit deities with a smile.
The devotees wish on them
to have a blessed autumn
for all as Durga Ma comes home.
Like the gliding cotton cloud
I wish to sail back to childhood
to that sweet, soft home so full,
where mirth and dream bloomed.
*it’s a sweet smelling autumn flower that reminds us, the Bengalis, of the festival Durga Puja, when Goddess Durga is worshipped.
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