The Ninth Day's Blush: A Tribute to Pink

In the tapestry of Navratri's dance,

A tale of hues, a sacred trance,

The ninth day blooms, a blush so bright,

Pink whispers secrets in the night.

Pink, a canvas of purity's grace,

A hue that time cannot erase,

Femininity's tender embrace,

In every heart, it finds its place.

Beneath the sky's eternal dome,

Pink petals bloom, they call us home,

A gentle touch, a soothing balm,

In its embrace, we find our calm.

It represents the soul's rebirth,

A symphony of love and mirth,

In pink, we find our inner worth,

A treasure trove beneath the earth.

Pink flows through veins, a sacred stream,

In every dream, in every dream,

A river winding, pure and clean,

With every heartbeat, it does gleam.

It speaks of innocence untamed,

Of childhood dreams that never waned,

In pink's soft glow, we are unchained,

In its warm light, we're all sustained.

The lotus blooms, its petals pink,

From muddy depths, its beauty brink,

A symbol of the soul's strong link,

With life's ebb and flow, we sync.

Pink ribbons flutter, strong and free,

A symbol of hope, for all to see,

In battles fought, in victory,

It waves aloft, a flag to be.

In every blush on a lover's cheek,

In every word that true hearts speak,

In moments when our spirits peak,

Pink's presence is what makes us meek.

So let us celebrate this day,

With hearts adorned in pink array,

In its soft glow, we find our way,

To love, to hope, to never sway.

For on this ninth day of Navratri's bloom,

Pink whispers secrets in every room,

Of purity, love, and a life abloom,

In its embrace, we find our plume.