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Happy Navratri! :)

 Ten days 

Nine nights 

Spent watching our beloved guests 

Smile, laugh, 

Spreading warmth 

As the dolls adorning 5 beautiful steps 

Smile back at us 

Running to and fro, attending to our guests 

Whilst stealing glanced at our precious idols. 

Ten days, nine nights 

Collections of dozens of gifts

More than five dozens of people have come 

And more than five dozens of smiles brought home. 

Ten days, nine nights

Over a hundred steps we've seen 

Five steps displayed 

This year a step to the next 

Next year we step up our game. 

Ten days, nine nights 

Today, they come to an end 

The dolls packed away in the loft,

Don't fret - there's only a little more than 

Three hundred and fifty days left. :)

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 2, 2025 at 7:18 PM

    Super Shriyan Fantastic.Excellent.God bless you my dear and always with you in all ur step.Anbudan Viji Patti

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  2. T.SrinivasanOctober 3, 2025 at 7:42 AM

    Wonderful! your poem shows the grace of Goddess Saraswati for you. We get Happiness from Hospitality and Humbleness we show.you have expressed it very well with good ending.The Devine Ten days and nine nights our traditions gives us positive energy.
    Enjoyed your poem
    From
    Pushpa Patti

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  3. Samhi's SpaceOctober 3, 2025 at 1:27 PM

    Wonderful writeup Shriyan darling. Nicely articulated. Let all the God's who were in your drawing room all these nine days shower their blessings to you - from the loaft now.

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