In the tapestry of time, women emerge,
Each thread a story, a journey unfurls.
In the dance of existence, they sway and stride,
With the rhythm of resilience, they abide.
From the whispers of history to the clamor of today,
They paint the canvas with hues of strength, they sway.
In the cacophony of voices, theirs stand tall,
Echoes of courage, they heed the call.
In the corridors of power, in the fields of dreams,
They sow seeds of change, in rivers and streams.
Mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends,
Their spirit unites, transcends all ends.
With hands that heal and hearts that mend,
They navigate storms, they never bend.
In the symphony of life, their melodies sing,
A song of endurance, of hope, they bring.
Their essence, a beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding humanity with unwavering light.
On this day of celebration, let us raise,
A toast to their glory, their endless praise.
-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri