With thousand hands she would rise a slayer of darkness through the mystery she would rise she would rise she would fight death through thousand thundering tongues the infinitesimal chant of ‘Shantih! Shantih! Shantih!’
Each of her hand bearing a weapon in tryst with a god fights each vice The daughter of the Mountain-god she rises through pugnacious nights
of amavasya She slays the night she slays the Demon-king on buffaloes She is Chamunda as gory as the night
her fill of blood weaving her curly tresses
her stained mouth her liquid eyes of Hera with a fury she rocks the eclipse of moon
She harbours safe and the jonak songs of the night merges with autumnal chants of the silent dew on grass which welcome and adorn her.
Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, She has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.