O Maa Laxmi

Will you come into my humble abode
O mother so tender.
Will you adore my house with
your presence and splendour.

I have smeared my floor with cow dung and clay
 and matted it with intricate patterns with kumkum and rice flour.

You follow the trail of the dimly lit divas
which will lead you to the only hut
 in the forest among the foliage.

I will make you some sweets,
some jalebis and barfis.
And a dish to relish till you lick your fingers clean.
We will sit by the fire on the palm knit mat.
And I will sing you some bhajans which I have rehearsed for the occasion.

I want no wealth, no land nor gold.
Just a darshan of you is all that I need to celebrate and
 adulate and a blessing from you for a peaceful demise is all that I seek.

Summary :
On the very edge of a dense forest lives, a very old widow called Girija .She had lost her family to a very dreadful epidemic.But she never complained, accepting it as destiny and will of God.Now that she is 78 years of age expecting to journey to her eternal home, on this special occasion of Diwali, she is praying earnestly to Goddess Laxmi to visit her before home before her demise.