Eternal Echoes Of Navratri's Green Delight

In the realm of Navratri's splendid grace,

Where colours define each day's sacred pace,

On the eighth night, in peacock green attire,

A tale unfolds, fueled by an inner fire.

Peacock green, a symbol so profound,

The hue where dreams and wishes are found,

In the heart of the festival's vibrant sphere,

A testament to faith, joy and cheer.

Nine nights of devotion, each with its tone,

In peacock green, dreams become known,

A kaleidoscope of desires and dreams,

In Navratri's dance, by moonlight's beams.

In the tapestry of emerald delight,

Women gather beneath the starry night,

Their hopes and wishes, like lanterns, aglow,

As they celebrate love's eternal flow.

With twirls and steps, they weave their spell,

In peacock green, their stories swell,

The desires they harbour, so profoundly concealed,

Now in the moon's glow, they are revealed.

With every move, a wish takes flight,

Dancing in the realm of Navratri's light,

To the Goddess, they fervently pray,

As the green night gently leads the way.

A world of longing, vibrant and pure,

In their hearts, dreams never endure,

In peacock green's soothing embrace,

They find fulfilment and heavenly grace.

As the music plays and the hours pass,

In this green, they find love's looking glass,

Reflecting on the dreams they've held so dear,

As the Goddess listens, ever near.

Eternal echoes of Navratri's delight,

In peacock green, dreams take their flight,

In the hearts of those who dance and sing,

The festival's magic, to the Goddess, they bring.