In the heart of autumn
When the city screams with joy
Goddess Durga descends on Earth
Every fear, she shall destroy.
Yet in the shadows linger
Stories untold
Countless lives shattered
Waiting for them to unfold.
Its in vain to worship the hollow idols
If we fail to protect the real ones,
When they ask for justice
People become silent, some use guns.
Each day ends
It’s a new morning
With tears and candles
They still keep mourning.
The roads are filled
With echoes full of life
Everyone has their story
Some scarred, but not with a knife.