"Didimoni" Original Bengali poem by Jayasree Bhattacharjee // Translated by Susmita Paul

Only one day to remember?

They are inter-twined in our lives

The ones who taught us to ponder.

The first alphabet to ethics and morality

Or, to learn music, dancing, and painting

They have extended their helping

Hands and hearts,

Oh how do you repay such grace?

All the wealth and fame is theirs to claim

After you, o Lord, they are your incarnations divine.

Even today, when I fall, the one who calms

And reaches out without fail,

She is my pride, a soulful being

She made me humane, my soul a king,

She is one and only

My loving Didimoni!