The Cosmic Symphony

In the realm of cosmic dance, a goddess divine,

Durga emerges, radiant, in a splendid design.

With eyes like orbs of burning fire,

She treads upon the cosmos, a celestial pyre.

A lion by her side, a symbol of might,

She rides through the heavens, banishing night.

Ten arms extended, each holding power,

A symbol of strength in every hour.

Her trident gleams, a symbol of will,

To pierce through darkness, her purpose to fulfill.

The conch she blows, a cosmic call,

A resounding echo, breaking evil's thrall.

Durga, the warrior, fierce and bold,

A tale of triumph, forever retold.

Her name a hymn, on devotees' lips,

A beacon of hope, as the darkness slips.

From the nectar of devotion, her form takes shape,

A mother's love, a force to reshape.

Protector of the righteous, destroyer of wrong,

In her presence, the weak grow strong.

Navaratri's dance, a cosmic ballet,

Nine nights of worship, in her honor, we pray.

A goddess supreme, with grace unfurled,

Durga, the embodiment of the cosmic world.

In battles cosmic, she emerges victorious,

A symbol of strength, so glorious.

Oh, Durga, goddess of power and grace,

In your embrace, evil finds no place.

To you, we bow, with hearts full of devotion,

In your name, we find eternal motion.

Durga, the divine, the cosmic queen,

In your presence, all is serene.