Beauteous in every form,
Righteous in every action,
The very embodiment of a woman
Is being revered today.
A hundred and eight lamps are lit,
The girl child is worshipped as the face of God,
Prayers, rites, rituals and chants
Reveling we are in celebrating Shakti.
Will we recall Thy face when a woman is scarred?
Will we call Thy name when we want to drown her cries
Will we remain blissful in our ignorance ?
As we are today, when we revel in Thy reverence?