Colors Of Devotion: A Navratri Ode

In the heart of autumn's gentle sway,

Where night meets day in the vibrant display,

A festival awakens, hearts ignite,

Navratri's magic, a radiant light.

Nagadas echo through the air,

Awakening souls with a fervent flare,

Dhols beat like the heart's wild drum,

Summoning spirits, inviting them to come.

Dandiyas whirl, a graceful dance,

Infinite circles, a rhythmic trance,

Pandals adorned, a sacred space,

Where devotion finds its rightful place.

Folk music weaves its ancient tale,

Through generations, it sets hearts sail,

A tapestry of rhythms, a melody's grace,

Binding us all in a timeless embrace.

Nine days, nine colours, a vivid decree,

Each shade a message, a truth to see,

White, serene, where peace does reside,

In quiet moments, our souls confide.

Red, the fire that burns within,

Passion's fervour, a battle to win,

Auspiciousness, a beacon bright,

Guiding us through the darkest night.

Royal blue, divinity's hue,

A cosmic dance, both old and new,

Energy boundless, a celestial flow,

Connecting us all in a luminous glow.

Yellow, the hue of joy and cheer,

Banishing shadows, dispelling fear,

In laughter and mirth, we find our way,

Through the golden hours of each day.

Green, nature's embrace, nurturing kind,

A balm for the soul, a solace to find,

In leaves' tender rustle, in forests' deep song,

We find where we truly belong.

Grey, the storm that rages fierce,

Evil's demise, a destiny clear,

In shadows, it lurks, but light will prevail,

As goodness emerges, evil's grip starts to fail.

Orange, the flame of knowledge's fire,

A beacon of truth, a wisdom entire,

Bright in the darkness, a guiding star,

Illuminating paths, both near and far.

Peacock green, desires take flight,

Like feathers that shimmer in the soft twilight,

Wishes like stars in the indigo sky,

With hope as our wings, we learn how to fly.

Pink, the blush of purity's grace,

Femininity's strength, a delicate embrace,

In every heart, a sanctuary is found,

Where love and compassion forever abound.

So gather 'round, let stories be told,

Of Navratri's magic, of colors bold,

In each shade, a truth to see,

A journey of souls, forever free.