This Is She

Shadowed by burdens, deemed by society's sway,

Their voices confined, where aspirations lay.

Bound by hushed whispers, yearnings held inside,

A silent skirmish, where dreams and futures died.

But they rise together, as a phoenix from the ash,

Shattering the silence like a burning, vibrant flash.

From depths of silent struggle, a song of valor rings,

Where despair lingered once, a symphony of liberty sings.

Nightingale's sweet song, for freedom's cause echoed,

A poet, a leader, Sarojini Naidu, forever to be adored.

Bina Das with courage bold, shot for freedom's plea,

Matangini Hazra, met her end with a martyr's legacy.

Kadambini Ganguly with her courage and strife,

Became a healer for the poor women's life.

Savitribai Phule, a teacher with a soul so pure,

Faced a heroic death, her courage to endure.

Asima Chatterjee's chemistry paved the future's way,

A pioneer of science, on whom discoveries lay.

Amrita Sher-Gil's canvas defied the norm,

A woman's essence captured, in a world reborn.

Mrinalini Mukherjee's rhythmic steps, a story untold,

Where grace meets vibrant hues, a culture to behold.

The "Agni Putri," a legend in her own right,

Dr. Tessy Thomas guided India's missile might.

Avani Chaturvedi soared above the constricting clouds high,

The first woman fighter pilot, defended India from the sky.

For Narmada's waters, Medha's fights a tireless plea,

A voice for the voiceless, the land and its decree.

Yet countless others stand, in every sphere they tread,

Their names unknown, in struggles bravely bred.

From bustling markets to fields where life takes root,

Their silent battles bear history's sweet fruit.

And though their praise may seldom grace the breeze,

The women who hold homes, bring them ease.

With gentle hands that nurture and hearts that bind,

They build a haven's warmth, for every troubled mind.

Within kin's fold, a mother's love ascends,

As a spouse, she wields harmony that never bends.

A daughter's essence, a gem that transcends,

In the societal sphere, their radiance amends.

From weavers of tradition, to minds that break the mold,

A collective spirit, a story yet untold.

They rise above the whispers, defy the shadows deep,

For in their hearts, a universe of strength they keep.

Though battles may still linger, their voices rise in song,

A testament to resilience, where they forever belong.

For a woman is the echo, the laughter and the tear,

The unwavering spirit that makes the world hold dear.