In The Glow Of Navratri's Flame

On Navratri's canvas, colours blaze,

A seven-night symphony, in many ways,

Orange, the shade that brightly sways,

Symbolic fire, in knowledge's maze.

Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam,

In orange attire, like a radiant dream,

A woman dances by the sacred stream,

In pursuit of wisdom, her heart's true theme.

Her steps alight, a passionate fire,

In the rhythm's sway, she aims higher,

Burning with knowledge's fierce desire,

Her soul's illumination, a sacred pyre.

Through ancient verses and tales untold,

She seeks the wisdom of sages of old,

In the dance of Navratri, her spirit is bold,

Her journey of enlightenment is a story to be told.

In the glow of the orange flame's embrace,

She finds enlightenment's tender grace,

The path to knowledge, she does trace,

On this seventh night of Navratri's pace.

The fire of her mind, a beacon so bright,

Guiding her through knowledge's endless flight,

In the tapestry of colours, woven just right,

In Navratri's celebration, she finds her light.