By Ranjana Chakraborty
She walks with dreams beneath her feet,
A heart that hopes, a will so sweet.
She dares the world with quiet grace,
With every scar upon her face.
She tasted joy, she met success,
In quiet wins, in bold progress.
But shadows came with heavy hands,
And pulled her down like sinking sand.
They mocked her voice, they crushed her name,
They fed her lies, they lit her shame.
They touched her soul without consent,
Left wounds where laughter once was sent.
She faced the hate, the spite, the stares,
The heavy weight of unfair glares.
They judged her skin, they judged her tone,
Made her feel less, made her feel alone.
But fire burns in silent pain,
She gathers strength from every chain.
Her tears have carved a brighter path,
Through storms of sorrow, fear, and wrath.
She’s not a tale of just defeat,
She’s rising still, she won’t retreat.
She speaks for those who can’t be heard,
She breaks the silence with her word.
For every wound and every fall,
She stands again, she stands tall.
Not just a woman, she's the flame.
Unshaken, proud, and still the same.
She is the voice, the fight, the song.
She is the proof, we all belong.