The Goddess Had Come Home

A small lamp burns in a smoky room

She stares out the window at the rain falling

Remembering how on this day the town would light up

And an idol would appear

That devotees stood in a queue to see

She remembered the sweets she made for her children

And how they would devour them

The festival lasted for four days

But to her it went on forever

She was never far from the goddess

And the goddess had come home

The Bilge Master