When the soft golden rays
Falls placidly upon the
White feathery kans grasses
The ochre rays slyly peering out
Against the clear blue autumn sky
Then my heart slowly paces up
My smile widens into everlastingness
As this is the time
When my soul enlightens with over-gushing glee
It’s time for her arrival
The ingress of Mahalaya!
With strokes of black and white
He draws those beautifully cindering gleaming eyes
That undefined entrancing beauty she is!
The purest bride is now vising her family
Lights lit up with the colours of vividness
She lands with her victorious chariot
Over the cushioned bed of scattered shiuli
The faint redolence of the blossoms
Blends with the reverberating rhythms of the inviting Dhakas!
The city dresses itself with glory
The sunken hearts will blurt out
Once again in rejuvenating happiness
The glimmering hopes will shine bright with the ochre sunrise
The divine heavenly haze
Of the Dhunochi billowing up
The air caught up by the laughter of women
Draped in red and white
Graciously smearing shades of vermillion and crimson
Our purest bride is ready for her earthly abode!
– Ritika Chatterjee, MBA II