The Silent Power Within

By Stuti Bansal

When the night stretches wide, the world takes pause,
A woman stirs, beneath the quiet, she draws.
She walks through the hours, carrying unseen weight,
Her dreams tucked deep, her future to create.

She is the calm in a world that rushes,
A timeless force, where chaos crushes.
Her touch brings warmth, her gaze sees clear,
Though life's storms roar, she steers without fear.

Like the earth beneath, grounded and sure,
She endures with strength that will endure.
The harshest winds may try to break,
But still, she rises, no matter the ache.

Her silence speaks volumes when words fall shy,
Her strength is felt as time passes by.
In moments of doubt, she stands her ground,
Her spirit unshaken, no weakness found.

Her heart beats steady, with hope as its guide,
She carries the world, without a stride.
Not in power, but in quiet grace,
She shapes her journey, finds her place.

Though hidden from view, her fire still burns,
With every step, her courage returns.
She molds her path with each quiet choice,
Her story loud, though she never needs to voice.

She doesn’t demand, doesn’t seek the floor,
Her presence alone, all doubts ignore.
In her stillness, a storm resides,
Where peace and might in harmony collide.

The world may push her to fit its mold,
But she knows her way, her story told.
She is strength, unseen yet real,
A queen who rules without needing to steal.

Her beauty, not in what’s on display,
But in the battles she’s fought along the way.
The scars she bears, they speak her truth,
A testament to her endless youth.

Through fire she walks, steady and bright,
Her every heartbeat changing the light.
Her strength isn’t loud, it doesn’t demand,
But lies in the wisdom she holds in her hands.

She is the dawn that follows the dark,
The peace that waits after the spark.
Her spirit, unbroken, her will stays true,
With every step, the world is made new.

She is the earth, the stars, the sky,
Her quiet strength reaching so high.
She breaks the chains, lifts the sky’s edge,
No limit too vast for the paths she’ll hedge.

Though the world may tremble, she stands with grace,
A mountain of power, a steady place.
She is the pulse that beats through life,
A woman unwavering, free of strife.

Celebrate her in the hum of the day,
In the quiet moments, where she will stay.
For her strength lies not in a show or a crown,
But in her quiet, where roots are found.

Her victories are soft, not loudly spun,
But in the peace she’s only just begun.
A woman’s power, gentle yet sure,
A quiet force that will endure.

Let the world see, let them feel,
Her heart a river, a quiet seal.
No matter the dark, no matter the night,
She will rise again, fierce and bright.