Mother is there…

Moubani Sorcar : Actress & Dancer.

Dear mother out of the earthen pool of softened clay,
As you are riding the lion to make your way…
Engulf what is wrong and walk towards us,
The need to know how Shakti evolves rises thus..
In masses of grey as you emerge,
From the dust to strength that can heal any upsurge…
It is time that the doors are unlocked,
For your Alta laden feet to have walked..
The uthon of every one who is weak or have stopped…
To realise that the poetry that this universe writes.
Is much too beautiful than our strives.
Our shoulders are weak dear Mother…
For your blessings we all must gather..
So much so that when times are not right,
The Mother evokes herself in all her might…
It’s in her truest form she finds a definition.. Amongst commotion…
The Devi is the identity of what we must be and a test of our devotion…
Let pens start to write,
Let us stop internal fight,
Let colours create…
Let songs be our state..
Let dance be our mate…..
Let drama unfold…
The Magic of the Mahamaya is our elixir and gold.
You are there…
Your presence felt everywhere…

* I saw at Kumortuli last night*