With autumn’s embrace, the City of Joy comes alive,
With her vibrant colors and hopes that thrive.
Ma Durga descends on a lion’s back, bold and strong;
Her tales of strength and righteousness form her timeless song.
As the dhak beats echo in a rhythm divine,
The families gather in the pandals, their spirits entwined.
In the puja pavilions, with laughter and cheer,
We honor the sacred while our hearts draw near.
Yet amidst all the joy and festivity, a dark shadow remains,
For justice yearned, a united voice for those who were slain.
RG Kar’s memory, a call to the brave,
A beacon of sorrow, a plea we engrave.
As we greet Subha Bijoya, a promise we must make:
To rise against silence and the oppression for the Fallen’s sake.
With every Pushpanjali, let’s promise to stand side by side;
United with all the protestors, we shall not let the system divide.
O Ma Durga, Mahisasurmardini, fierce and bright,
Please guide us in this battle, through day and night.
May your blessings strengthen our spirits to soar,
In honor of those we have lost, let our hearts share more.
As the festival wanes, may our resolve remain,
To fight for the voiceless and to cleanse the system’s stain.
With love, support, and sheer courage, we’ll carry the light;
For justice and peace for the common man, we’ll continue this fight.
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