In the golden hush of autumn’s breath,
As twilight swells with sacred song,
PWCAOA bows to the Mother Divine
Ma Durga, the eternal flame that burns strong.
She lives not in temples of stone,
But in hearts that rise with courage and love,
In every soul that stands for truth,
In every woman crowned from above.
Nine nights of Navratri nine blazing flames,
Each a hymn of her thousand names,
She is Shakti, fierce and kind,
The storm, the stillness, the soul of humankind.
This year marks our 11th grand celebration,
A journey of faith, devotion, and dedication.
The PWC Durga Pooja Committee opens its arms,
With unity and grace, with Ma Durga’s charms.
Twelve thousand hearts are called to rejoice,
As seven thousand voices rise as one voice.
No caste, no creed, no walls remain
Only devotion in Ma Durga’s name.
She gathers us not in ritual alone,
But in the spirit of peace humanity has always known.
Born of gods, yet beyond their might,
She rose in battle, crowned in light.
To worship her is to truly see
That every woman holds divinity.
Let us not only light clay lamps that fade,
But spark respect in the words we’ve made.
For Ma Durga seeks no hollow praise
She asks for justice, for equal ways.
So let the drums thunder, let the conch resound,
Let truth and purpose in hearts be found.
PWCAOA stands, hand in hand,
With Ma Durga’s grace across the land.
Jai Ma Durga. Jai Shakti. Jai Togetherness.
