Diya Alwani

In shadows, silent,  women stand. Their work unseen,  yet so grand.  Contributions lost  in the fray,  becoming invisible,  day after day. In a man-dominated world,  they're being ignored,  Their efforts and voices,  often stored.  Struggles buried  deep inside,  why are their stories,  left aside? Yet, in the quiet,  strength is found,  A silent force,  yet so profound.  For every unseen  act of grace,  A shero stands,  in every place. Let us honor,  let us see,  The unseen women,  who strive to be.  In every heart,  their story flows,  Unheard,  yet their spirit grows. For in their silent fight,  they just show,  A strength that makes  their spirit glow.  In every ignored  and unseen deed,  Lies a power  that all must heed.

She is born as a burden and lives her life as a slave. She's like a small bird, struggling in a cage. This sky has only obstacles, when she wills to open her wings. She's been caught up in the jar of darkness, with the sunshine outside. She walks with fear, fear of getting cursed, 'Coz she's out there. Her character is being judged, when she talks to a stranger, but not when married to the one. Is she been married or traded?!! Has she still got freedom, in this so called "liberated society" ? Is she a warrior in this battle or the survivor of this dark world!! It's Strange but True... Image Source: Pinterest The following poem written by me is also published in the anthology "WINGS TO FLY" compiled by Rangees Chandrsekar at INK ZONE Publication. You can purchase the book directly by touching >> WINGS TO FLY