The Flame Of Wisdom

In the realm of Navratri's vibrant light,

On the seventh day, in garments bright,

The hue of orange paints the night,

A fire of knowledge, burning so bright.

Amidst the dancers in a swirling trance,

A maiden in orange, her soul's advance,

With grace and fire in every stance,

She steps to the rhythm, a rhythmic romance.

Her eyes aglow, with a burning desire,

For wisdom's essence, she reaches higher,

The flame within her, never tires,

Igniting her spirit, her soul is on fire.

In the heart of the sacred dance's sphere,

She embodies the teachings, so crystal clear,

The power of learning, without fear,

Her journey through knowledge, she holds dear.

With every step, with every spin,

She dances in honour of all akin,

To the light of wisdom deep within,

The seventh night of Navratri, a tale to begin.

A fire of bright knowledge, her guiding light,

Illuminating the path, dispelling the night,

In the tapestry of colours, woven so tight,

The essence of Navratri, burning so right.