Saffron Serenade

On the sacred night of Navratri's grace,

Saffron takes its place, in this vibrant space.

It symbolizes strength, a vibrant hue,

In the heart of the festival, are the tales it construes.

In a village nestled amidst rolling hills,

Lived a boy named Arjun, with dreams and skills,

Clad in saffron attire, his spirit aflame,

He embarked on a quest, to seek his name.

With a bow in hand and arrows of might,

He journeyed through the day and into the night,

In saffron shades, he faced challenges anew,

Defying the world, his destiny he'd pursue.

In the dense forests and mountains so high,

Arjun encountered trials, reaching for the sky,

Saffron, his strength, his unwavering guide,

Through every storm, he'd not let it slide.

On the eve of Navratri, the climax of his plight,

Arjun faced the ultimate test, with all his might,

In saffron, he stood, a symbol of his core,

Conquering fear and doubt, he'd ask for more.

Saffron, the colour of courage and might,

In Arjun's journey, it shone so bright,

In the vibrant tapestry of Navratri's scene,

Saffron serenade, where dreams are keen.

So, on this night of saffron's fierce delight,

Embrace the strength, let your spirit take flight,

In the saffron serenade, let your heart sing,

For within your dreams, you'll find your own wing.