Priya's Golden Rhapsody: A Navratri Celebration

Beneath the sky of azure hue,

Navratri's tapestry is vibrant and true.

Day four arrives in a golden sea,

Yellow, the colour of purest glee.

In a quiet village where traditions thrive,

Lives a girl named Priya, so alive.

Her heart a sunbeam, her spirit free,

In her radiant yellow, joy is the key.

With marigold blossoms adorning her hair,

Priya dances without a care.

The rhythm of life, her feet embrace,

Spreading happiness, love's tender grace.

With dandiya sticks, she takes her part,

A dance of unity, a work of heart.

A celebration of joy, a jubilant sight,

Priya's laughter ignites the night.

In the golden threads of her attire,

The essence of Navratri's fire.

A festival of happiness, a tale of cheer,

In the heart of Priya, it's crystal clear.

So let us join her in this dance,

In the golden hues of our chance.

Navratri's promise, a world so bright,

In Priya's yellow, love takes flight.