In the prayers of the purohit <br />The chanting of the mantras <br />The aura of the: pratima: <br />The fragrance of the flowers, <br />The flickering of the deeyas, <br />The redolence of the incense, <br />The sprinkling of the holy water, <br />The serving of the prasadam, <br /> <br />The dresses and the costumes, <br />The scents and the perfumes, <br />The flow of the music ~ <br />The lyrics of the songs, <br />The beats of the drums, <br />The rhythms of the dances, <br />The prattles and the laughs, <br />The gaggles of those voices, <br /> <br />In those throngs of people, <br />I saw you, you and only you. <br /> <br />No, dear Durga Ma, <br />I’m sorry to say, <br />It wasn’t you. <br /> <br />It was my Beloved <br />To whom my silence <br />Echoed: I love you. <br /> <br /> <br />Jidhar Dekhun, Teri Tasveer <br />Nazar Aati Hai… <br />Teri Soorat, Meri Taqdeer <br />Nazar Aati Hai…<br /><br />Aparna Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/durga-pooja/
