Maya's Golden Dance: A Navratri Celebration

Beneath the moon's soft, silver sheen,

Navratri's magic, a vivid dream.

Day four emerges in radiant attire,

Yellow, is a hue that sets hearts on fire.

In a town by the river's gentle flow,

Lives a girl named Maya, with a radiant glow.

Her heart, a beacon of joy's sweet grace,

In the golden sunshine of this sacred place.

Adorned in marigold, from head to toe,

She dances with abandon, a vibrant show.

Her laughter, a melody in the night,

Bringing happiness, love, and light.

With dandiya sticks in her nimble hand,

She twirls and spins, as the drums command.

A festival of joy, in every twine,

Maya's spirit in her steps does shine.

In the midst of the dance, a tale unfolds,

Of Navratri's magic, of stories untold.

In the vibrant yellow, happiness blooms,

In the heart of Maya, love resumes.

So let's join Maya in this joyous spree,

In the golden embrace of Navratri's glee.

A celebration of life, a festival so dear,

Nine nights of magic, we hold near.