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In a tale from afar, young Piku’s plea did start,

Her mother Durga, with a heavy heart did part,

“What is it, my child, you wish to say to me?”

In gentle tones, Piku replied, “Mother, hear my plea.

I ask of you, dearest mother, lay down your arms,

Let not war’s tumult and battles sound alarms,

Come to me, as a true mother should be,

A mother’s love, pure and free.

“Why, Mother, why wield weapons so dire?

Let’s embrace peace, let our hearts conspire,

I know you love me beyond all measure,

Never to harm me, your greatest treasure.

“Why be known as the fierce warrior queen?

With a buffalo’s head, a fearsome scene,

During Sandhipuja, blood flows like wine,

Kali’s dance, a violent sign.

“Mother, is this the way to be revered?

With heads of demons, you’ve persevered,

But never harm me, your child so dear,

Your love for me, crystal clear.

“Yet, Mother, how can you be so mild?

When others see you, fearsome and wild,

A symbol of victory, of good over bad,

Why, Mother, do you make them so sad?”

Durga pondered her daughter’s plea,

A mother’s love, profound and free,

“Indeed, my child, you speak so true,

I am the symbol of victory, it’s true.

“But fear not, my darling, I shall relent,

To spare you harm, I am content,

I’ll lay down my arms, let peace prevail,

My love for you shall never fail.

“To those who call for war and strife,

I’ll teach a lesson about life,

With just one hand, I’ll vanquish their might,

For love and peace, I’ll stand upright.”

Piku’s words found support in the air,

Saraswati chimed in, saying with care,

“They call me too, but I won’t engage,

In violence, I’ll not become a cage.

“Let me be, like the peaceful dove,

In pursuit of knowledge, not to shove,

Exams and learning, let them thrive,

No need for violence, for that, we’ll strive.”

Even Lakshmi, with her wealth and grace,

Joined the conversation in this sacred place,

“We shall not harm, but love and nurture,

With compassion, we shall find a future.”

As they spoke, Ganesha interjected clear,

“Mother, let’s not live in fear,

War and battle are not for us,

Let others fight, let them discuss.

“I seek to be the lord of heaven high,

Not destruction and chaos, but peace I’ll buy,

My mother, let’s embrace love’s art,

And never let violence tear us apart.”

Durga listened to them, her heart did sway,

In deep thought, she pondered what to say,

“Young Piku, your words have touched my soul,

I’ll reconsider my warrior’s role.

“I’ll lay down my arms, embrace your plea,

For the love of my child, I shall decree,

That violence is not our path to take,

In love and peace, we shall partake.”

And so, in unity, they found their way,

A family of gods, in love they’d stay,

Young Piku’s dream had come to be,

A world of peace and harmony.