Goddess Durga's Bounty
The booming sound of Dhak resonated through the air,
The children squealed in utter merriment at the fair---
Flaunting their newly bought ensemble of myriad hue,
Some were draped in saris, mod jeans donned a few.
The little girl roaming the streets, in a soiled frock half-torn,
Regretted sorely why in affluence she too was not born,
She too had a great craving to have fun and enjoy like they,
But heart-broken she was as she could not afford to pay.
For days she had been starving but she saw all of them eat,
She sorrowfully mused such blatant injustice wasn’t meet,
Some licked dripping ice cream, some gulped down iced coke,
But for her getting a morsel to eat seemed a pathetic joke!
Though Ma Durga with ten hands out-stretched was there,
Was cold and hard-hearted and for her seemed not to care,
A silent tear came rolling down her thin pinched cheeks,
She didn’t have a place to sleep for the past few weeks.
Suddenly a burly policeman roughly held her hand and said,
“At last we have found her, we had thought she was dead”,
“Now what have I done?” asked the girl panicking in dread,
Then freeing herself from his clutches, like a rabbit she fled.
"Your millionaire father has been searching everywhere,
After all our futile efforts, at last we have found you here,"
The girl in profound reverence, said softly a fervent prayer,
"Ma though you seem heartless, now I know you do care!"
Copyright © Brita Roy | Year Posted 2019
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