Neela's Golden Reverie: A Navratri Tale

Beneath the starry, moonlit skies,

Navratri's enchantment never dies.

Day four unfolds in golden array,

Yellow, a color that lights the way.

In a village, where tradition reigns,

A girl named Neela, with no bounds or chains.

Her heart, a sunburst of pure delight,

In her golden attire, she shines so bright.

With marigold garlands in her hair,

She dances with grace, without a care.

The rhythm of life, her soul does feel,

Spreading joy, making hearts heal.

With dandiya in hand, she joins the beat,

In the symphony of life, she takes her seat.

A celebration of joy, a festival so dear,

Neela's spirit shines, so clear.

In the midst of the dance, a story unfolds,

Of Navratri's magic, in the heart it molds.

In the golden hues of her attire's sheen,

The essence of happiness, so serene.

So join Neela in this jubilant spree,

In the golden embrace of Navratri's glee.

A celebration of life, a festival to revere,

Nine nights of magic, drawing near.