The Goddess' Blessing

 

As the sun rises to bring the warmth of the day,
The people wake and with sanity they pray,
To the supreme goddess who is here for the week,
To lift our spirits and show her eternal mystique.

The Puja is not a tradition, it is a legacy we have followed,
It is the time when the evil will be swallowed,
The goddess as she comes we get impatient for her,
And when she has arrived all our bad memories blur.

Though this year might not be the best we wanted ,
But it certainly was enough to get the change we needed,
The Holy Mother returned our spirits,
To fight stronger and give the fighters credit.

As the goddess returns so do we, to our normal lives
But we won't forget the breakthrough we got,
As we face our destinies but with a steady mindset,
And a puja we would never forget.