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.

The night carries, all those scars, left by the day, all those wounds, not yet healed, all those retained whispers, filled with joy, all those favours,  that gave a chance, all those regrets, of the missed chances, all those sacrifices, done for good, all those stars, that change their way, and all those hopes, for a new day...

 In the night  full of delight, The moon is like a flower and the stars that always empower. The night's shine Enhancing the pine. The stars are shining with all their might, In the darkness spread left and right. Quite my streets  As well my town, And my music That makes me drown. The colorless world with beautiful insight, There lies an emerald Shining overnight. Now it's time to turn off the lights, And to say a sweet good night. The following poem written by me is also published in the anthology " SIDRA " compiled by Ayushi Anand Shah under Dream World publications. (Tap on the above word SIDRA to get a hardcopy of the book)