Awakening

 I won't be awake in bed, shedding tears 

For yet another stranger of my tribe 

If only I felt less human. 

I would be happy in my bubble 

Of festivities and joy, 

Of food, friends and frolick 

If only I were less aware. 

Is it a boon or a curse?

Here I am in a crowd, 

That celebrates the homecoming 

Of their daughter 

While thousands of parents mourn theirs.

Here I am, heart full of fear 

Hope flickering in despair 

As the Goddess is awake; 

Waiting for Her to strike 

With vengeance on miscreants 

Untouched by humans,

With every hour that goes by 

The sky is gloomy, heart heavy 

As we pray, 

May such a Pujo never see 

The light of day.

© Suranya