Emerald Dreams

In the realm of Navratri's vibrant array,

Emerald skies, on the eighth day,

Peacock green, the hue of desire,

Where dreams ignite like a blazing fire.

A tapestry of emerald fields,

Where hidden longing, it conceals,

As night descends, stars alight,

On this enchanted Navratri night.

With bated breath, they gather 'round,

In peacock green, their hearts unbound,

Wishes are whispered, hopes take flight,

Underneath the celestial light.

For emerald dreams in darkness bloom,

In the heart's corner, a secret room,

Where desires dance, like peacocks free,

A magnificent, joyous symphony.

With each prayer and every song,

The emerald dreams grow strong,

In the tapestry of Navratri's night,

They shine like stars, ever so bright.

For in peacock green, we believe,

Our deepest desires, we'll receive,

As the night unfolds its magical sheen,

In the realm of Navratri, we dream and dream.