Fleecy clouds dot the cerulean sky,
as the gentle autumnal breeze
coaxes them to dance the minuet.
The kans grass swivels in anticipation
of the seasonal rendezvous
with the Goddess, oft revered as Mother.
In labyrinthine by-lanes of a city,
artists breathe life into colossal idols
crafted out of clay and utmost devotion.
Makeshift edifices, bedaubed and austere,
jut out from legions of alleys,
proud to host their divine guests.
The ecstatic heartbeats
gear up for a rhythmic duet
with the bucolic percussionist.
Sunbeams descend on the Goddess,
in reverence and unbridled affection,
As her halo envelopes her earthly children.
Somewhere, a girl awaits this burst of colours,
the melodious cacophony of chimes and chants,
as they encircle her in their warmth.
P.C – Surajit Sarkar from ‘Unsplash’