Durga

The myth was passed down from one generation to the next. Over time it was repeated. The girl stood up all covered in blood. Roaring like a lioness she road fiercely into the battle field. Covered in blood she raises her sword flame red at her enemy. Her face expressionless as her graceful attacks rides the wind. She slays all evil blocking her path, as her compassion blesses even the gods.  

Her speed is unseen. Drenched in her own blood she stands. Her roar shakes even the earth below. Her sense of humor never lost, even in the midst of an epic battle. Her eighteen arms raised high, weapons in hand, she’s seen riding a lion with her enemies fallen. Each of her weapons is blessed, holding a special power inside. Her name is told in many ways but her story never changes.

She rises gracefully in victory over evil. She is a mother who could even make the universe rejoice. She is reborn, with her same beauty and strength we become witness of a new legend. The radiant goddess, the eternal virgin Durga. 

Por: Liz Ramos

Para: Dimelooo