Crimson Reverie: Navratri's Night Two

Beneath the stars' celestial parade,

On Navratri's Day Two, a story's laid,

Red, the color that steals the night's veil,

A tapestry of passion, a vibrant tale.

In crimson's glow, the goddess's might,

Auspiciousness and valor unite,

To uproot the darkness, evil's disguise,

With courage and love, she'll reach the skies.

A woman dressed in resplendent red,

Dances with fervor, where her soul is led,

Her movements reflect devotion's trance,

In every twirl, there's a sacred dance.

In red, anger's fire may briefly ignite,

A force to reckon, a warrior's fight,

But beneath it all, love's kindness abides,

In the heart of devotion, compassion resides.

As the Navratri nights gracefully unfold,

Red's vibrant narrative, a tale untold,

In passion and power, love's sweet refrain,

A tribute to Navratri, an eternal chain.