Ashtami’s divine in Tara's name.

The lights went out, yet all felt right, A hush embraced the fading light. No phones, no noise, just candle's glow, A sacred stillness, very soft and slow. Ashtami’s divine, the auspicious grace, April 5th, a holy space. With Tara’s light, the stars aligned, A moment pure, that fate designed. In silence deep, the heart confessed, The soul at peace, the mind at rest. The time to leave the chaos, pause and meditate. For in this dark, we lit our flame, To manifest the best, in Tara’s name. Sweta Roy 05/04/2025