The Flames Of Enlightenment

As Navratri's radiant colors unfurl,

On the seventh night, an orange swirl,

A dance of wisdom, a dance of the pearl,

In the heart of knowledge, a vibrant whirl.

Beneath the crescent moon's gentle gleam,

In an orange dress, like a vivid dream,

A woman dances by the sacred stream,

Her soul ignited in wisdom's gleam.

Her eyes are filled with an eager desire,

In each twirl, a spark from knowledge's fire,

The flame within her, rising higher,

Guiding her steps, never to tire.

In the midst of the dance, she finds her way,

In the rhythm's sway, her spirit's play,

In pursuit of wisdom, she chooses to stay,

On this Navratri night, in the orange array.

With every step, she deciphers the lore,

In her every move, she seeks to explore,

The wisdom of sages, ancient and pure,

On this sacred night, her soul does implore.

In the glow of the orange flame's light,

She discovers enlightenment, shining so bright,

The path of wisdom, she'll follow with might,

On this seventh night of Navratri's flight.

The fire of knowledge, her guiding star,

Through the stories of old, she'll travel far,

In the tapestry of colours, like a memoir,

In Navratri's embrace, she finds who you are.