Durga
Asansol, West Bengal
In the garden, evening jasmine glows,
Under the sky, where the cool breeze blows,
The river's waves are gentle and mild,
A bustling ghat where the river’s wild.
Nature wears silver strands so bright,
With Bhatiyali-Tusu songs at night,
Kash flowers line the roadside, so fine,
Bright and lasting, in a peaceful line.
Birds gather in flocks and soar so high,
Traveling far beneath the sky,
The air is sweet with honey and bees,
And Banmalipur rests in the breeze.
In the pond, tadpoles and snakes swim around,
Ducks call out with a cheerful sound,
Little Durga returns from her school,
Standing adorned, a vision so cool.