Sunita Paul writes

My Durga

Your Durga comes with great pomp and joy
My Durga (as a poor child) does not get even a broken toy
Your Durga is full of lights
My Durga (here a prostitute) in the bed only satisfies at night
Your Durga is made of mud and clay
My Durga (an aborted girl child) sometimes never sees the light of day
Your Durga is only awesome and grand
My Durga (a poor young lady) finds hard a place in this world to stand
Your Durga comes every year only for a week
My Durga (the child in poverty) here the whole year is feeble and weak
Your Durga is celebrated and worshiped
My Durga (the tortured housewife) is only abused and whipped
Your Durga comes with divine grace
My Durga (an average woman) here struggles in the life's race
Your Durga comes with powers to fight the evils
My Durga (a raped female) here is torn to pieces by the devils
Your Durga is also a girl and a woman
But why is My Durga always treated as a bane???

 

 Goddess Durga -- Jiaur Rahman

Sunita Paul writes

All in the Name of Love

We smiled
Eyes spoke in silence
We laughed
Till tears flowed in a real sense.

We held hands
And walked down memory lanes
We kissed each other
Shared all happiness and pains.

We embraced in each other's arms
Your tender caresses
I could hear your heart beat
When I lay on your chest with my open tresses.

Our eyes got lost in each other's
When your lips locked in mine
Those passionate smooches
My love life used to shine.

Our love making was a treasure to me
It was so pure and true
We fought and made up again
As the days passed through

In our own small world 
All we did was in the name of love
We were meant to be always together
Because it is a boon from heaven above.