Bengali poem

Just got this by email. A prayer to Maa Durga:

Chaturthi-te ‘nano’ galo,
Ashtami-te Saurav;
Ake Ake jachchhe chole
Banglar sob gaurab.

Dohai ma tui rehai de re,
Aar kichhu ma nis na kere,
(Shudhu), ‘Mamata’-ke uthiye ne tui,
Banchuk Bangla natun kore.

Rough translation:

On Chaturthi, Nano went. On Ashtami, Saurav went (he announced his retirement from international cricket on that day). One by one, all the things that made Bengal proud are going away. Please, Maa, please take pity on us, please don't take away anthing more from us. Just take away Mamata, and Bengal can live once more.

Don't know who the author is, but so totally heartfelt!