In every heart, a steadfast flame,
A spirit strong, yet gently tamed.
Through trials deep and skies of grey,
Women rise, in strength, they sway.
With grace, they paint the world in hues,
From dawn's first light to evening's muse.
In every corner, every space,
Their presence weaves a wondrous grace.
They're warriors fierce, in battles fought,
With wisdom deep and lessons taught.
Their voices echo, clear and bold,
For justice, truth, they fiercely hold.
In nurturing hands, life finds its start,
A mother's love, a beating heart.
They shape the future, plant the seeds,
In fields of hope, fulfilling needs.
In boardrooms bright or fields afar,
They shine as leaders, guiding stars.
Their intellect, a beacon bright,
Illuminates the darkest night.
Yet in their strength, a tender heart,
A warmth that soothes, a healing art.
They lift the weary, calm the storm,
In gentle words, love's truest form.
So let us honor, celebrate,
The women who make our world so great.
For in their essence, we behold,
The very essence of life's gold.
-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri