In the ancient heart where stillness beats,
Emerges a Mother, both fierce and sweet,
Durga, the nurturer, supporter bold,
With love profound, Her tales are told.
From Her emanates the cosmos’ tune,
A teacher, a helper, who bestows boons,
Teaching humility, with gentle stare,
Unveiling the grace of how to care.
In reverence, she guides the heart,
Toward respect for life, a sacred art.
Her presence, a balm on wounded soul,
Guiding each spirit toward the whole.
Arrayed in forms so rich and wide,
As Lakshmi’s grace, she does abide,
Vishnu Maya’s protective veil,
In formless whispers, her tales unveil.
Amba, Kali, gentle Ma,
In myriad names, our hearts thaw,
Caretaker of each breath we take,
In her embrace, our fears quake.
Her eyes, portals to realms so deep,
With a spear that stirs the soul from sleep,
Slaying demons, both without and within,
She heralds the dawn, where love will win.
A dance with the inner, a challenge to the outer,
With each gentle whisper, she’s the doubter’s doubter,
Durga Ma, with powerful gaze,
Guides us through life’s intricate maze.
In her silence, the universe’s roar,
A mother, a goddess, forevermore.
A homage to the feminine, the life, the lore,
In Durga’s shadow, our souls soar.
Unconsciousness, she deftly slays,
Leading hearts through the mortal maze,
A beacon of power, love, and light,
Durga, the eternal day to our night.