The Luminous Dance Of Enlightenment

In the heart of Navratri's vibrant play,

On the seventh day, in an orange array,

A dance of wisdom in the gentle sway,

A journey of knowledge, like the break of day.

Amidst the throng of devotees' cheer,

A woman in orange, her purpose clear,

With each twirl, she conquers fear,

In the luminous dance, her dreams appear.

Her attire aglow, a fire's embrace,

The brightness of knowledge on her face,

In the rhythmic beats, she finds her place,

Dancing through time, in wisdom's grace.

Her eyes alight with the sparks of truth,

In the quest for wisdom, she finds her youth,

A fountain of knowledge, her eternal booth,

In the orange glow of Navratri's sooth.

With every step, she unravels the lore,

In her every move, she seeks to explore,

The wisdom of ages, a boundless store,

On this seventh night, she craves more.

In the luminous dance, her spirit soars,

In the realm of Navratri's mystic doors,

The orange hue, her heart adores,

The dance of enlightenment, her soul implores.

The fire of knowledge, her guiding star,

Through ancient scriptures, she travels far,

In the tapestry of colours, where wishes are,

In Navratri's embrace, she finds her avatar.