Diya Alwani

 Embrace the beauty, grace, and power,  Of womanhood  in every hour.  A dance of strength  and tender care,  In every heart,  a love to share. With elegance  and fierce might,  She just shines, a beacon of light. In her essence,  beauty lies,  A woman,  So strong and wise. Her spirit, bold,  her heart, so pure,  A force of nature,  So true and sure.  Celebrate her,  night and day,  For in her,  the world finds its way.

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.

 In a world of norms,  you will rise,  Break the limits,  reach the skies.  With courage and strength,  leading the way,  Defy conventions,  each and every day. In science and art,  and politics, too,  You shatter limits,  and the dreams pursue.  No more confined  to the old molds,  With bold defiance,  your story unfolds. Fight for your rights,  with voices loud,  Stand together,  fierce and proud. 

 In the era of Bro code, Too bored and old. Let's have a Sis-Code and lighten the load! SiS- CoDe In history,  we've been told,  Women against women,  that's so cold.  But now's the time  to change the story,  To lift each other,  share the glory. No more envy,  no more spite,  Let’s stand together,  hearts alight.  For in lifting  each others high,  We touch the stars,  reach the sky.  In each other’s success,  we will drown,  For we are queens,  wearing the crown.

 From the sacred womb,  life is born,  Sacrifice and love,  a mother's sworn.  Gods and warriors  rise from her grace,  Yet, some seek  to disgrace her place. Why must men  desecrate and shame,  A sacredness  they cannot claim? Is it not in the hands  that care,  Where true respect  should be found there? A woman's worth,  beyond compare,  In her strength, love,  and the life she bears. Her womb divine,  yet so much more,  Respect her,  for all she stands for.

I wonder how  God crafted so high,  A flawless being,  an epitome, no lie. With magic,  she mesmerizes all,  In every phase,  she stands tall. A child’s laughter,  pure and bright,  Teen dreams,  soaring with light.  Adult love,  a beacon so pure, In womanhood,  she endures. Old age,  wisdom shining bright,  Her legacy,  a guiding light. A woman,  perfection’s reflection,  In her,  love finds its connection. In the story of each woman's life, Let our support  be her guide!

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