Google Image: Sheuli flowers



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.

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Bloom (Noun) @ Poets United



24 thoughts on “Bloom

  1. Wonderful wish–as if the narrator wishes on all of the falling stars/flowers connecting with the mother Goddess. I send you smiles for putting this longing into words and images. May you have a blessed autumn!

  2. I love the idea of “wish-stars” dropping onto the cloth to be taken to honour the deities. I resonate with wishing to go back to childhood. Who knew how precious it would become, in memory, as we age?

  3. Sailing back to childhood is so very hard to do – once you have set foot on adult shores it’s almost as if we can’t – and yet words perhaps take us there in some way – many blooms to you

  4. Ahhaa! The flowers are a delight. Loved your poem Sumana. It took me through the nostalgic lanes of childhood when I too loved to pick the flowers with my grandma for her offerings. Lovely. 🙂

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