Navratri Diaries

In Navratri's blaze of colors, a vibrant sight to behold,

Orange ignites our spirits, like stories of old.

A symbol of fire, burning with a sacred zeal,

In the goddess's grace, we find the wisdom to heal.

A hue of brightness, like the sun's golden ray,

Orange's radiant glow guides us on our way.

In the temple's warmth, under the moon's soft gleam,

We seek knowledge and light in this sacred dream.

With dandiya sticks in hand, we dance and twirl,

In orange attire, our souls unfurl.

The fire of devotion, it fiercely burns,

In the goddess's presence, our hearts yearn.

The flames of knowledge, they light up our path,

In Navratri's embrace, we escape the world's wrath.

Orange, the color of enlightenment's grace,

In this sacred celebration, we find our place.

So let's gather in joy, in orange's warm hue,

As we seek wisdom and blessings anew.

Bright as the fire, and as knowledge's light,

In Navratri's radiance, our spirits take flight.