The clouds of Autumn have filled the sky,
The whitest of Pampas craves to fly.
The merriest bird brings the Homecoming call,
Maa Durga is coming to meet us all.
Early morning she rises and brushes her hair,
Cleanses her cheeks bright and fair.
She turns on the radio and lends her ear,
The blue sky of Mahalaya is clean and clear.
With hymns of devotion the program...