The Great Goddess

Riding on the lion whenever she came,

Not just the rest; bowed all with fame.

A glorious saree; every time she wore,

The anger on her face; was even more.

Swards in her hands; seemed to shine,

Gods even prayed; standing in a line.

Riding on the lion whenever she came,

The evil shattered; with all his game.

For his brutality; the heavens cried,

Nothing to sip; the Earth was dried.

Listening to the prayers, the goddess awoke,

Recollected the universe; when it was to broke.

Riding on the lion whenever she came,

The elegance she had; was every time the same.

Mahisasur's brutality was beyond to store,

The very second instant; he was kicked to the floor.

She attacked! On his chest,

Destroying the evil; comforting the rest.

Riding on the lion whenever she came,

Not only the rest; bowed all with fame.