To Durga
This earth is you, maa,
and all that it builds.
My mute flesh, pierced by your veins
and watered by your blood,
dares to say, I am!
You pulsating in my nerves
are my emotions,
Making the world stand up,
as my eyes, unfeeling lenses,
cast images in my brain.
You are not a goddess
locked inside a temple.
Nor an abstract metaphor.
But the meaning in every definition.
Insufficient prayers of insufficient words
mean nothing to you.
Only actions build your form;
and my ten fingers are your ten hands.
Make them muddy with your earth.
For this earth is you, maa,
and all that it builds.
#durga #durgapuja #mothergoddess #mother
This earth is you, maa,
and all that it builds.
My mute flesh, pierced by your veins
and watered by your blood,
dares to say, I am!
You pulsating in my nerves
are my emotions,
Making the world stand up,
as my eyes, unfeeling lenses,
cast images in my brain.
You are not a goddess
locked inside a temple.
Nor an abstract metaphor.
But the meaning in every definition.
Insufficient prayers of insufficient words
mean nothing to you.
Only actions build your form;
and my ten fingers are your ten hands.
Make them muddy with your earth.
For this earth is you, maa,
and all that it builds.
#durga #durgapuja #mothergoddess #mother
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