In the Glow of Navratri's Flame

Upon the canvas of Navratri's delight,

Orange shines on this wondrous night,

A fire within, burning so bright,

A dance of knowledge, an illuminating sight.

Amidst the revelry, under the moon's gleam,

In orange attire, she's a radiant beam,

With each step, she lives the dream,

Of wisdom's fire, a sacred stream.

In her eyes, a fervent desire to learn,

In the dance's rhythm, her spirit does churn,

With knowledge's fire, she seeks to discern,

The secrets of life, and the truths she'll earn.

With every move, a tale unfolds,

In the dance, the mystic story of old,

The power of learning is more valuable than gold,

On this seventh night, there is wisdom to behold.

In the glow of the orange flame's embrace,

She finds enlightenment, her heart's safe place,

The path to wisdom, she continues to chase,

In the vibrant tapestry of Navratri's grace.

The fire of knowledge, her guiding light,

Illuminating her path, dispelling the night,

In the dance's embrace, everything feels right,

On this night of Navratri, she takes flight.