The month of October-when the sky is clear,
And the days go on gayer,
The land gets filled with 'Kash' flower;
Nothing's left out from joy- mountains, lakes and bower.
The puja is felt from the day of Mahalaya,
The Bengalis remain busy making pandals of ' Mahamaya ';
A good crowd throngs the clothes' shop and shopping mals
There's a good demand there for shirts, sarees and shawls.
The clubs in the town
Busy in building Puja gowns
To put other pandals down;
The Chaturthi, Panchami, and Sasthi prepare us for the enjoyment
The day of Saptami provides the joy basement.
Asthami and Nabami pass in freshness
Just as a stick of incense.
The fourth day closes the joy shell
Still Dashami is celebrated quite well
Dancing and merry making follows the last journey.
Oh! The crackers make the night so sunny
Down casted hearts return from water
But a thing makes our hearts better-
The thought of Diwali that follows soon after.