The village dirt roads or the concrete streets,
The bullock carts or shuttle trains.
In sunny nights or gloomy rains.
She walks in rags or with a Gucci Bag.
With parched feet or in high heels.
Pierced with eyes or vexing words.
Measuring road with her nimble feet,
She musters herself to on roads discrete,
He smirks in triumph, before the fight,
Like a vulture eyes glow bright,
He transforms to a Mahisasur,
Pins down the docile Lakshmi,
She tears apart like a fierce Durga !