Devi (Goddess) Comments

A beautiful describetion of Bou. I liked your poem. Thanks for sharing 10++++

Our mother is a facet of Godess Durga. A very insightful poem is shared..10

The mother figure and the Goddess image merge so well........! In fact the distinction between the two is so lean! A mother is the goddess of love and caring on Earth! She has no time to tend to her needs as she places the needs of her children far above! A fitting tribute to your loving mother Bharati!

Life of a mother........busy in house cleaning and cooking with care for her children with lots of sacrifice......in a different role Goddess Durga, the Mother of Universe, being worshipped to destroy the evil from the earth....what a lovely comparison....like the real mother bent upon destroying the sufferings of her children...hats off to you for your noble lines.....

Thank you! ! ! ! Thank you for translating this poem of yours into English so that I and many other members of PH can read it and enjoy your imagery and word-magic. I know that copying my favorite lines from this will seem like I am copying your entire poem- - -but these lines spoke to me and touched my heart so lovingly and tenderly- - - ] Bou (Oh Mother} What a beauty there In your vermillion smeared face When your nose and eyes Were watering From the smoke of firewood Billowing from Katha Chullah(Hearth) You were busy In tidying the house From early dawn When there was still darkness Without caring even How messy your looks gone Whether the vermillion Was in its place or smudged Or your hair became Knotty and rough! You only cared Whether your children Ate properly or not - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -A bouquet of 10's my dear Bharati and a place on my list of Favorite poems.

A lovely tribute to women. A mother is no less than a goddess. How she tends to the needs of the family, how she tries to protect her children from the troubles of life is praiseworthy. Her persona is elevated to the status of a goddess due to her selfless love for her children n family. A poem of great substance. A10

I am a ardent worshiper of Devi. Hence, i was attracted to this poem. The Odia version, i cannot read. I am happy that you have posted the English translation of your poem. Devi manifests herself in three forms according to the Puranas - Mahadurga, Mahalakshmi and Mahasarasvati. I have in detail expressed their benign and virile aspects in my poems in praise of Goddess Devi. This poem specifically speaks of the awesome and terrific form of Goddess and the killing of the evil demon Mahishasura. A fine poem, Bharati. A full vote for you.

Bharati, Aware of you now from your comments on my poem, I'm exploring your writing. On this one I appreciate how you fondly remember and honor your mother (which is universal, which I easily understand) and relate it to the goddess Durga (who I have heard and/or read about but know little of) . So thank you for expanding my understanding. The specific details (vermillion color on your mother's face, her appearance on just waking up, the foods prepared) make this satisfying to read. All the best to you. Glen

It is a great poem on mother comparing with goddess Durga. Let me quote some lines... Today as I Make a darshan(reverential visit} Of Goddess Durga In this Dusshera festival Your vermillion smeared face Splashes before my eyes. I see the weapons Sharpened with your determination To cut down the sufferings and pains Of your children Glittering In the grips of your raised hands.

Superb writing Bharati...as we grow old and older, it is a wonderful truth that our memories unfurl mostly the days we spent with our mother only...this can neither be reasoned nor ruled out....it is again the truth of Nature....the human Mother is none other than the Mother Goddess only....great poem...God bless you dear

The word BOU invites the reader to look over your shoulder as you address your mother. This poem superimposes the image of a hard-working housewife with that of a heroic goddess. Being in a hurry to feed her children, your mother smears her vermilion mark and has little time to comb her hair, yet the dishes she cooks leave a taste of heavenly nectar in her children's mouths. The world of gods begins to mingle with the human world through selfless service. Durga got rid of a monstrous bull that caused disorder on earth (like Hercules ridding the earth of monsters) . Your mother is the guardian who fought against disorder in her household. Like a protective goddess, she armed herself to do battle with darkness and endured trials of fatigue and stinging smoke. The goddess figure is not high above our world in a transcendent realm; she engages in worldly struggles on a scale befitting a goddess. The goddess merges with people who are striving in daily life: her image becomes a way to visualize certain powers and virtues embodied by human beings. The glittering weapons gripped by the goddess come to resemble a kitchen knife and ladle.

Usko nahiN dekha humne magar, per iski zaroorat keya hogi Aiy maN teri soorat se alag bhgvan ki soorat keya hogi. A beautiful dedication to the lovely mother.

Nice dedication, nice devotional expression,

Hi Bharati A very relevant theme in the contemporary context, expressed quite poetically. In this Dusshera festival Your vermillion smeared face Splashes before my eyes. And You only cared Whether your children Ate properly or not You loved to bake for us Chapatis or bread! ! The Indian image of Mother and Durga is the same. And we call Her Mother! Mother comes as the first goddess, whether it is in Indian myths or elsewhere. Beautiful poem.10++

Hindu myths are so old, so numerous, with so many variants and later additions, that I'd need at least two heads to comprehend it all (Make that three heads, please.) So it's helpful to see the stories through your Indian eyes. They make perfect sense in your telling. And you do something special by showing a contemporary scene in which the goddess is present in a majestic humility helping human beings cope with disasters. These gods and goddesses and demons are awesome beings to western eyes but to you there is also an intimate rapport between the these deities and humans. I'm putting this poem in my copy of HUNDU MYTHS edited by the American Hundu scholar Wendy Doniger