YOU CAN NOT TAKE A BIT OF IRREVERENCE, WHY?

when resplendent were  the winds with aroma of yesterdays, 
when incense was burned whole night and day
in a clay pot at your feet, ma durga
but did you care about that, you wanted to taste
only the pudding cooked in the tears of a squeezed 
tired, night
how will you know ever, what does it mean
to rejoice the swellings on the lips
which dont speak a word
even when all that she hears is not worth listening to
but then she can not close her ears,
nor close eyes
but you ma durga, deaf and dumb, 
some times blind, you have many faces, many moods
after all, you have teased the time of its essence
the moments  are now devoid of any meaning

you have demanded the offerings of those meanings which
made her dance
SING AND MADE FUN OF YOU, 

YOU CAN NOT TAKE A BIT OF IRREVERENCE, WHY?