Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
In crimson dawn, the conch did cry,
A lion roared beneath the sky.
Trident gleamed in morning’s breath,
Durga rose to conquer death.
Mahishasura, proud and vile,
Mocked the gods with wicked guile.
He wore the skins of beast and man,
And laughed at fate’s divine plan.
But Durga stood, her eyes aflame,
Each hand a weapon, each name a name.
She danced with wrath, a cosmic tide,
The stars bowed low, the winds replied.
Her sword sang hymns of sacred rage,
She struck him down, page by page.
Ten arms moved like thunder’s grace,
She carved justice on his face.
Blood turned to dust, pride to plea,
The demon fell, unbound, unfree.
Peace returned to heaven’s dome—
Durga smiled, the world found home.
About the poet
International Tagore Awardee Poet Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee is a former Affiliate Faculty Virginia Commonwealth University USA email [email protected]
Ex Associate Professor and Head Post Graduate Dept of English Dum Dum Motijheel College, President Kolkata Indian American Society & Associate Editor Ayomoy & multilingual International l Poet cum Columnist for national Dailies
