Golden Rhythms Of Joy: A Navratri Tale

In a land where traditions bloom,

Nine nights of magic, in every room.

Navratri's here, a vibrant display,

Day four shines bright, in yellow's array.

Yellow, the colour of joy and cheer,

A radiant sun, dispelling fear.

Amidst the chaos, the bustling crowd,

A tale of happiness, I'll sing aloud.

In a small town, where laughter resounds,

A village alive, with joyful sounds.

A girl named Maya, with a heart so pure,

Her spirit is like sunshine, of this, be sure.

With marigold garlands, she adorns her hair,

Draped in yellow, beyond compare.

Dancing through life, in every way,

Spreading smiles, come what may.

With dandiya in hand, she takes the floor,

Her feet tapping to rhythms, forever more.

The world around her, a whirl of delight,

As she swirls and twirls, through the night.

With each step, a story she tells,

Of Navratri's magic, where joy swells.

In the vibrant yellow, the essence of glee,

Maya's joy, for all to see.

But Navratri's not just about the dance,

It's a journey of the soul, a mystical trance.

Maya's heart, like the sun's golden ray,

It illuminates love in every way.

On this day of yellow, her spirit soars high,

In the tapestry of life, she paints the sky.

A celebration of joy, a festival so dear,

Nine nights of magic, we hold so near.

In the colour of yellow, we find our grace,

A reminder of happiness in every place.

So dance like Maya, with joy untold,

In Navratri's embrace, let your heart unfold.