She Is the Woman Bharathi Dreamed

By Divya Kumar

Even in blazing heat or storm,
Even where danger is the norm,
Through fire or flood she walks with grace—
A fearless light, a shining face.

She’s not someone you must bind
With shallow thoughts or narrow mind.
She doesn’t beg for strength or right—
She holds her power, burning bright.

You wonder if she’s capable?
She’s already remarkable.
In battles fierce or quiet pain,
She stands, she rises once again.

She doesn’t seek just worldly fame,
Or chase behind a victor’s name.
Success and loss don’t shape her core—
She’s something timeless, something more.

She won’t stay where she’s confined,
Nor trade her soul for peace of mind.
She’s not a statue made to please,
She’s not a storm you can appease.

She is the thought, the voice, the flame—
Not just a title or a name.
She doesn’t wait for your commands;
She builds the world with her own hands.

So don’t give her rights like charity—
She is born of sheer clarity.
Don’t write her fate in ancient law—
She is more than what you saw.

You need not lift her up or save—
Just meet her where the hearts are brave.
She is the woman Bharathi dreamed,
Fierce and free, as he deemed.