Dharanidhar Adhikari
In the glow of dawn and the shadow of dusk,
Among the whispers of the old and the musk,
There lies a truth, profound and serene,
A chorus of strength, unheard, unseen.
Women, the bearers of light, the keepers of flame,
Ornaments of the house, yet never tame.
Their strength not given, but innate, a power grand,
A force to reckon, a steadfast stand.
“Feminism isn’t about crafting strength a new,
But changing perceptions, bringing truth into view,”
So spoke G.D. Anderson, with wisdom and grace,
Women are already strong, a formidable base.
Cher, with her voice, clear and bold,
Reminded us all, let the truth be told,
“Women are the real architects, shaping society’s face,
Building futures, with elegance and grace.
And in the realm of magic, where dreams are spun,
Ntozake Shange whispered, under the sun,
“Where there is a woman, there is a spell,
A magic potent, breaking every shell.
To those who feel weak, shadows in the gendered tale,
Let these truths be your wind, let them fill your sail.
Your strength is not granted, but a fire within,
A blaze to kindle, a fight to begin.
So rise, you bearers of light, you architects of change,
Your strength is your story, vast and wide in range.
Wear your power, let it shine, let it roar,
For in every woman, there is magic, a core.
Remember, dear ones, in each step you take,
In every choice, in every shake,
You’re not just walking for you, but for all who’ve been,
And all who’ll come, in this vast unseen.
Women, the lights of society, the ornaments of the home,
Remember your power, in Rome or in Nome.
For within you lies a force, a strength so bright,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest night.
