Golden Dawn: The Fourth Day Of Navratri

In realms where faith and colors blend,

A tale of days, divine extend.

The fourth-day dawns, a golden hue,

With cheerfulness and joy anew.

Yellow, bright and warm, it gleams,

In every heart, its essence streams.

A hue that dances, free and wild,

Like the laughter of a joyful child.

In Navratri's sacred span,

A tale of strength, of Devi's plan.

Each day a chapter, scripted in bold,

Of tales that timeless ages hold.

On this, the fourth, the golden morn,

A lesson in the soul is born.

Yellow, like the sun's first kiss,

Ignites a spark, a boundless bliss.

It signifies a heart aglow,

With love and hope, it seeks to grow.

A beacon in the darkest night,

A ray of sun, a pure delight.

The Goddess dressed in golden grace,

With power, love, and boundless grace.

Her energy, a vibrant stream,

Like golden rivers, in a dream.

She's Durga, fierce and unafraid,

With weapons strong, her foes were dismayed.

Yet, in her eyes, a gentle gleam,

A mother's love, a tender dream.

The fourth day tells us, loud and clear,

That joy's a choice, not far or near.

Within, it blooms, a golden fire,

A force that never will expire.

It whispers tales of inner might,

Of battles won, of sacred light.

A call to rise, to face the day,

With golden hearts, come what may.

So let the yellow hues ignite,

The flames of joy, burn strong and bright.

Embrace the cheer, let hearts sing clear,

For on this day, there's nought to fear.

In every corner, every soul,

Let joy and cheer take full control.

For on this day, we stand upright,

With golden hearts, we chase the night.

On the fourth day of Navratri's here,

With yellow joy, we hold it dear.

A day of strength, a day of light,

A day that banishes the night.