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Warm, sheltered frame, tender heart Little girl delightedly arrive the world Bright and joyful, safe and secure, she believed As men bow down and pray to the She lord.  Her home filled with love and faith Brilliantly safeguarded her wholeness Curiously pondered on the world outside the home Would be bright and joyful, safe and secure As men bow down and pray to the She lord.  Stepped outside her blessed shield Got entangled in the scary ropes The beautiful world suddenly played a cruel role Whenever she ran, many watched her go Many minds, eyes, strength shackled her soul Once the safe and the secure world Became the unguarded, unheard, and unsaid hall Still, men bow down and pray to the She Lord.  Many touched her and go Play with her extant  and throw Bruised heart, wounded skin She kept herself dragging, seeking her home They failed to feel love, passion, and peace Courage and devotion dwelling within Still, men bow down and pray to the She Lord.  Men worship Lord Durga with the feel but don’t succeed to see her essence in every being Daughter, mother, wife, friend, colleague Every girl carries Durga in their will And men bow down and pray the idol She.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
Durga in She
Warm, sheltered frame, tender heart Little girl delightedly arrive the world Bright and joyful, safe and secure, she believed As men bow down and pray to the She lord.  Her home filled with love and faith Brilliantly safeguarded her wholeness Curiously pondered on the world outside the home Would be bright and joyful, safe and secure As men bow down and pray to the She lord.  Stepped outside her blessed shield Got entangled in the scary ropes The beautiful world suddenly played a cruel role Whenever she ran, many watched her go Many minds, eyes, strength shackled her soul Once the safe and the secure world Became the unguarded, unheard, and unsaid hall Still, men bow down and pray to the She Lord.  Many touched her and go Play with her extant  and throw Bruised heart, wounded skin She kept herself dragging, seeking her home They failed to feel love, passion, and peace Courage and devotion dwelling within Still, men bow down and pray to the She Lord.  Men worship Lord Durga with the feel but don’t succeed to see her essence in every being Daughter, mother, wife, friend, colleague Every girl carries Durga in their will And men bow down and pray the idol She.
In India we observe Navratri for nine days where we pray and worship Lord Durga considered to be the Goddess of love and courage.Here, the irony is people bow before the idols but fail to acknowledge the presence of Durga that resides in every girl and subject her to embarrassment and fear.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
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