– Kalyan Kumar Dutta
VKV Kharsang
In autumn’s breeze the air is bright
With joy and hope our hearts alight
The drums resound the conch-shells blow
As Ma Durga’s grace begins to flow
Her face serene her eyes aflame
In every chant we call her name
With ten strong arms she stands so tall
The mother who protects us all
In crimson hues and golden gleam
She turns our sorrows into dream
The lion roars the demon falls
As Durga hears her children’s calls
Her form divine her strength so pure
Through life’s dark trials she is our cure
We gather close our voices rise
To praise the Goddess of the skies
The pandals glow the streets are grand
With every prayer we clasp her hand
From dawn to dusk the chants are clear
Ma Durga’s presence drawing near
In every home her blessings stay
Guiding us on our righteous way
And when her time with us is done
We bid farewell with hearts as one
But in our souls her light remains
Through joy and loss through tears and pains
She leaves behind her love so true
Until we meet next year anew.
