All English Sonnets
From Katra to the Cave in a single file
They walk along the path with rocks strewn,
What power makes them keen and so agile
That all devotees chant one ceaseless tune.
In praise of Durga. Distance eating gait
With every step takes nearer to the Cave,
And as they reach the rocky Palace gate
Of Durga – all devotees rant and rave.
All legends which are dotted on the way
Of this enthralling, ancient folk lore
Are legends, pure and simple, if I may
But I am told to be silent, say no more.
And this devotion leaves such deep impress
I join them, and I raw and rant no less.