The Goddess

At the twilight, she comes with a diya

To the temple in her flowery silvery palm.

Her eyes dazzle like stars

Her lips whisper

Like petals of roses

Trembling in breeze,

Her mind disturbs

For the safety of her family.

She is ignorant of her divinity

And creativity

What can wipe away

All the negatives of her

Little world.

She doesn't know her power

Against all the evils.

She glows like the real goddess

Who stands before God.