Markandeya Purana: “Durga came into being. The unique light, pervading the Three Worlds with its luster, combined into one, and became a female form”.
Let me be the Goddess in shining armor,
Let me be the surreal creative feminine force,
Let me regain my ten mighty arms, my fiery red clothes, my infinite power.
Bring me back my thunderbolt, my trident, my lion and lotus flower.
The cosmic rampage, the reign of terror is back,
Unleashed on earth. All forms of human–horrifying, grotesque,
Clenching, hungry–surround me, threaten me, mock my prowess.
A nemesis is here, an invisible cauldron, boiling along with
Black sins of human demons. Today, as the world invokes me
In temples and pandals, inside sacred places,
Let me creep inside the being of every woman,
Let me be the burst of elemental energy inside all of them,
Let me break my proverbial omnipotence, my impetuosity
Into thin slices, and bestow each one with a handful!
Within each of them, Durga, the unique light, the synthesis
Of beauty and power, would be dancing, rippling in waves,
Sputtering in myth and mystery. Amid the abysmal darkness
Of diminishing humanity, let me rise thus, from my ashes
And be the ‘Every Woman.’
( Footnote: This poem is my humble tribute to all my women friends around the world, on the auspicious occasion of Durga Puja, as I felt there is, and also there needs to be a Durga in all of us.)