Navratri © - Poem by Roann Mendriq
'Tis the festival of dancing,
ladies deck themselves with flowers
and begin their sweet romancing,
in the twilight's moonlit hours!
Each day bedecked in different hues
fickle as bright butterflies;
Red crimson roses, sea sky blues,
stars shine in their sultry eyes!
Hear the music of the drumbeat,
Let it make a brand new start;
Feel it tingle in your bare feet,
Let it echo in your heart!
Nine days of music, revelry!
when my soul will dance with me!
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