Counch blown, but the wait seems to be too long,
for each and every Bong,
And, even as the time draws near,
It becomes more and more painful to bear,
a pain that never be painful, a happy pain, rather a sweet pain
to see, to smell, to touch, to hear
and yet not be able to wear ! those new attires over and over again.
Ah! That's what we call a beautiful pain
because after that we truly something gorgeously gain.
And then the real fun finally begins,
When we sit and plan for the exciting evenings.
To see the white cotton clouds slither by,
high up over the heavenly light blue sky.
And how will I ever explain,
The feeling of that "Pujo, Pujo" aroma or smell ?
And the ripples that the crazy heart sends,
when the waiting finally ends,
With the enchanting sound of Mahalaya singing the Aagomoni song,
And whispering that the wait is not so long.
Jai Maa Durga🙏
©abhijitdeb
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