Oh Maa Durge, the grace I thought I knew,
Now feels a shade of some less certain hue.
What I once held as blessings, gifts from you,
No longer feels so simple, or so true.
Does this hardship, this path I must endure,
Stem from a moment when my heart, unsure,
Dared to be angry? A fleeting, fragile ire
Against your own unconquerable fire?
This life you gave, a puzzle incomplete,
With every forward step, marks a retreat.
I try to build a picture, whole and grand,
And find more pieces slipping through my hand.
I have no map, no compass, and no sign,
To say if this dark road is wrong or right.
Yet baby steps I take into the grey,
Believing you will guide me through the day.
But hollow is the echo in my soul,
A vacant ache that leaves me far from whole.
How do I change what I don't understand?
How do I calm the tremors in this inner land?
How do I serve when I feel drained and bare,
And give out goodness from a well of air?
So teach me what you wish for me to learn,
The reason for this slow and painful turn.
What I'm to gain from all this hidden strife,
Show me the purpose, Mother, of this life.
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