Navarathri

In the heart of autumn's grace, we find, A festival of colors, radiant and kind. Navaratri, the nine nights of delight, Where we celebrate, with all our might. Goddess Saraswathi, she takes her throne, With her veena's song, wisdom's own. A river of knowledge, in her divine form, With a gentle smile, she does transform. Her blessings pour, like a monsoon rain, Filling our minds, dispelling all pain. In books and in arts, we find our muse, With her guidance, we never lose. Saraswathi's grace, a celestial embrace, Her wisdom and knowledge, we seek to chase. In the world of letters, she's the queen, In her presence, we find the unseen. The air hums with chants, the incense swirls, As we offer our devotion, our spirits unfurl. Nine nights of worship, devotion pure, In her name, our hearts find the cure. Navaratri's magic, a tapestry of light, A celebration of knowledge, shining bright. In the goddess of wisdom, we find our way, On this special festival, we joyfully sway.