An ode of gratitude
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.