Crimson Vigor: The Second Day of Navratri

In autumn's embrace, where marigolds bloom,

A tale of strength unfolds, in vibrant costume.

The second-day dawns, a fervent display,

Of crimson ardour, in the Navratri array.

Red, the hue that graces this sacred morn,

Symbol of passion, from which all is born.

Auspicious sign, in its fervent glow,

Kindling fires within, a fervent, fervent flow.

Within its hue, lies power untamed,

A force that in battles, has never been claimed.

A resolute fervour, unyielding and bold,

In its depths, legends of old are enfolded.

The Goddess, fierce, in her fiery stance,

With trident in hand, she takes her stance.

Her eyes ablaze, with a fervor unfeigned,

In this crimson expanse, her glory sustained.

To uproot evil, to vanquish the night,

This second day's purpose is to ignite the fight.

Anger, not wrath, but a fire refined,

A force for good, in the heart and the mind.

For battles are waged, not just with might,

But with courage and love, in the face of the night.

And within the red's depths, a lesson we glean,

That within our own souls lies a power unseen.

Passion to strive, and the will to endure,

In every heart, it lies, steadfast and pure.

Auspicious beginnings, in every sunrise,

Awakening within, where true strength lies.

So, on this day, let crimson ignite,

The fires within, let them burn bright.

In passion and fervour, let's all partake,

In this grand Navratri, let's awaken and wake.

For red, speaks of life's fierce zest,

Of battles fought and challenges best.

In its vibrant embrace, let's stand tall,

Unified, resolute, one and all.