The goddess Durga arrives in splendour
To sound of conch shells and the rhythm of dhak
They bow down before “Ma” in devotion
Her benevolence and blessings they seek
Little Durga wears a tattered sari
Blossoming breasts in vain she tries to hide
Catcalls greet her as she sifts the garbage
They drool at the sight of her exposed skin
The goddess Durga, a form of Shakti
To her they surrender their destiny
Little Durga, they defile her body
Beggar girls have no right to dignity
They worship Durga when made of mute clay
Devour her like hyenas when made of flesh!
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