The excited youth, in high spirits
Is bringing Durga Maa from her home
To her land where she belongs;
Where an anxious mass awaits her arrival

The priests and their helping hands
Are cleaning and decorating the Puja Mandap
For, Durga Maa is finally arriving at her Maternal Home
And there is no room for even a single speck of dust

A crowd of young children
Is dancing to the percussion of the Dhaki,
Since the year long wait has culminated
And the festivities will resume again...

And the one week in a Bengali's life
Where people, prayers and food
Are found in abundance, will begin.
And naturally, everyone's excited.

Me too.