In the twilight’s fading glow, a somber hush does fall,
As Durga, with her children, heeds the ancient, plaintive call.
The sorrowful adieus are whispered in the breeze,
A mother’s love departing, leaving hearts to grieve.

The idols adorned with care, now to the river’s side,
Where tears blend with the waters, in a melancholic ride.
With every gentle sway, a piece of soul does sever,
For Durga’s brief sojourn is done, and parting’s pain we treasure.

The streets once filled with joy, now echo with lament,
As devotees prepare to bid their goddess farewell, content.
In this bittersweet moment, the world’s in a gentle sway,
As Durga departs, her devotees weep, on Bijoya Dashami day.

Yet in the tears and sorrow, there’s a promise to embrace,
That next year she’ll return, and again we’ll see her face.
In the sorrow of her going, there’s a glimmer of delight,
For Durga’s love endures, and she’ll return, we hold that tight.

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