An Ode to the Pujo - [Original Poem]

If you open your eyes,
in any part of the street,
bit by bit, your eyes will feel a change.

If you walk straight,
while looking down at your device,
chances are you'll hit a bamboo pole
or two.

A city under construction,
year after year,
constructed and destructed,
with a finite existence.
The City of God.

As the humans start working,
at the orders of god,
to build a home everywhere,
each one unique,
a home to the same goddess's family,
each telling the same story.

Of the win over evil,
a devil put to death.
The goddess is furious,
yet beautiful and calm.
The devil dark and ugly,
Says the story of the winner,
and we celebrate the death.

As the city of Maa Durga

slowly comes to light,

all the believers and worshipers,
rush to see her eyes.
Maybe though,
they are tired of the same story,
and all they want to see,
is the interior design.

In the dark she's lit up,
and so they come to see.

In some days she's in the sea,
sunk or dissolved, a slow death.

Not forgotten, ever present,
in her permanent temple.

The City of god has disappeared
to return the next year.

It's common, and she agreed. -- [Original Poem]

She ran, and they ran after her.
It's common, they said.

She's exclusive, and he wants her
It's common, they said.

Of course she's not human,
she's a goddess, they said.
Must act like one,
conform as such.

And It's common, they said.

Shouldn't earn, she's too good for that;
just marry a man!
He'll keep you happy and secure,
which you can't do yourself.

Eat less, be a skeleton, be beautiful, they said.
that's the way you will get a man to buy you, they said.

Be a product irresistible,
and be rewarded;
The brain is unimportant.

And it's all common, they said.

She's beautiful, she's awesome.
She's got fatter don't you think? Eww.
She's so ugly, she doesn't deserve him.
Oh heavens!

Superficial appearance is all that matters, They said.
And it's all very common, they said.