An ode of gratitude

As these nine days seek a goodbye

The eighth day halts nearby

Lighting the flame with a hue of peacock green

Reminding us of our wishes evergreen.

After wandering in the woods

 Of past seven days,

We now believe to get little 

for the gratitude we have paid,

The devotees performing rituals

 and the prayers, 

The conch shell heard in the horizon’s 

multiple layers.

The faith in their minds

The solution to every glitch 

as Goddess Durga finds,

Nearing an end to this day 

The disciples keep the garland of their desires 

at her bay.