The Eyes Divine?
Mahalaya,
The end of the Pitri Paksha,
The beginning of the Devi Paksha.
The Devi is coming,
Haven’t you heard Her Steps
With anklets resounding?
The autumnal nights
Scented with
The Chandipatha and redolent blooms.
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The transmigratory, transcendental soulSo visionary, so dreamy.
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