Harmony In Peacock Green

Beneath the celestial canvas, starry and bright,

On the eighth night of Navratri's grand sight,

In peacock green, we gather to honour and sing,

Of desires and wishes that joyously spring.

This hue, a reflection of dreams in the heart,

Where the soul's deepest yearnings are set apart,

In the circle of dance, by moonlight's embrace,

We surrender our hopes to the divine grace.

As the women sway in their emerald gowns,

Their fervor and spirit-like melodious sounds,

They raise their voices to the cosmic expanse,

In peacock green, they take their stance.

Each twirl and each step, is a testament to true,

To the faith and devotion in peacock green's hue,

For here, on this night of dreams long-held,

Wishes fulfilled, secrets unveiled.

Beneath the open sky, stars gently gleam,

In the tapestry of dreams, like a radiant dream,

With hands held high and hearts full of zeal,

They beckon the Goddess to make them feel.

In the mystic world of emerald's embrace,

Desires and aspirations find their place,

In the depth of the night, they shimmer and gleam,

In the radiant glow of Navratri's dream.

Eternal echoes of hopes and delights,

In peacock green's enchanting lights,

We dance, we sing, we harmonize the scene,

In the vibrant heart of Navratri, so green.

In this realm, where passions ignite,

In the shade of peacock green's tender light,

A symphony of wishes and dreams unseen,

Unfolds on the canvas of Navratri's green.