Scoundrels Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

It is quite a surprise that the living goddess is waylaid in the land of divine feminty. When I was growing up in Calcutta, Durgaa used to come to our colony once every year and she was sent back, but little did I know that we sent her packing as a society of people. Some times I wonder where is that great culture? Where are its roots? Did it at all exist? Or was it as fictional as was the mythical character taught to us in school called M K Gandhi? Because one cannot believe that Gandhi was indeed a reality by looking at today's nudity. The Durgaa on the street is more important than the Durgaa in our pandals.