Mahalaya’s Embrace:  Ma Durga’s Divine Descent

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In Bengal’s heart, where Ganges gently flows,

Mahalaya’s dawn, a sacred day arose.

Durga Puja, grand festival of the land,

In Ashvin’s month, its glory takes a stand.

Mahalaya’s grace, the starting note it plays,

When Durga descends in a heavenly blaze.

Bengalis rise early, as the sun awakes,

To hymns from Devi Mahatmya, their faith it takes.

Mahisasuramardini, the tales they hear,

Of Durga’s birth, conquering without fear.

In every home, at puja mandaps they pray,

With offerings to ancestors, they start the day.

For in Hindu lore, a story intertwined,

Goddess Durga’s visit, a belief defined.

Brahma, Vishnu, Maheshwar, in unison,

Created her, a savior, in battles won.

Mahalaya dawns, ‘Devi Paksha’ begins to bloom,

And ‘Pitri Paksha’ ends, dispelling gloom.

A time of mourning, ancestors revered,

On paternal sides, their memories endeared.

This sacred time, a vibrant tapestry,

Where faith and culture blend in harmony.

Devi’s descent brings joy to every heart,

In Durga Puja, they find their sacred art.

The idols rise with intricate detail,

Adorned in splendor, a sight to unveil.

Pandals lit up with radiant delight,

A feast for eyes, a wondrous, joyous sight.

The beats of dhak, the fragrance of the dhunuchi,

Invoke the goddess, a divine cacophony.

Mouthwatering sweets, and flavorful treats,

Shared among friends in bustling streets.

Mahalaya’s embrace, a celebration grand,

Unites Bengalis across the land.

In Durga’s presence, they find their grace,

Mahalaya’s love, in every smiling face.