Inner Realm __ Worshipping Mother Divine_ Poem by Prabir Gayen

Inner Realm
_Worshipping Mother divine_

Autumn's somnolent season of festivity,
With slow air of dreamful sapidity,
The drooping mind is again vigorous.
The air is heavy with joy for the greeting,
The footing of Mother divine, pure light.
And to bid adieu to year's ill dimness,
The sinister chase of dull indulgence.
The Spirit of Autumn is now subdued,
With all her unfolded wings, air, fire smell,
The trees with chuffed heart bloom to give her store,
The floral Veneration to the great Soul.
The Mother divine, Durga is on way,
The air drops from bough to bough and spreads whiff,
The birds lose chirping delight to feel joy,
With the grass that ceases to move for dew,
Freshly from heaven to earth alighted.
The garland of deification ready,
to kiss the merciful mirth of mother.
From the tip of grass to the immense sky,
The crimson joy of hope and ambition,
Extend the cloud of joy to embrace Her,
Keeping all the pain and sorrow astern mind.