Crimson Dreams: Navratri's Night Two

Beneath the crescent moon's soft, silvery sheen,

On Day Two of Navratri, a vivid scene,

Red, the colour that carries the night's dreams,

A tapestry of passion in its vibrant streams.

In this crimson hue, the goddess resides,

Auspicious and fierce, where strength abides,

To uproot the darkness, to break evil's chain,

In the red of Navratri, we find our terrain.

A woman, adorned in the shade of red,

Dances with grace, where devotion is spread,

Each step is a testament to her fervent prayer,

A warrior's spirit, a love beyond compare.

In red's fiery blaze, anger finds its place,

A force to reckon in life's cosmic race,

Yet beneath it all, a love gently weaves,

In the heart of devotion, where the soul believes.

As Navratri's nine nights gently unfold,

Red, the colour, tells a story untold,

In passion and power, love's eternal theme,

A radiant part of this sacred dream.