In the hall of life’s fervent pace,
Among the crowd, she stands with grace.
A woman, a warrior of tender might,
With eyes that gleam bold through the night.
With every dawn, she wears her strength,
In heartbeats aligned to dreams’ wavelength.
She’s a poem, she’s a sword,
Her spirit, a formidable, assuring word.
Strong she stands amidst life’s trials,
Her heart a map of victorious miles.
With a will that roars more than it speaks,
She confronts the storm, climbs the peaks.
She’s not just a fluttering, delicate dove,
But a fierce eagle, with eyes aimed above.
Her strength is her crown, courage her robe,
In her, the mysteries of resilience probe.
Boldness is her tongue, bravery her song,
In the face of adversity, she proves strong.
With every fall, a rise she sees,
She’s the master of her boundless seas.
A teenager, with dreams that soar,
Or a woman, with a heart that implores.
Together they stand, through epochs they stride,
Woven with strength, in destiny they confide.
With the power of the waves, they echo their cause,
Defying the norms, breaking old laws.
Against oppressors, they valiantly fight,
A beacon in the gloom, fiercely bright.
The hymn of their hearts is a war cry,
To slay the oppressors, reach for the sky.
Their strength is the anthem, sung far and wide,
In the dance of courage, together they stride.
She is the daughter, the mother, the friend,
Her spirit unbroken, unyielding to life’s bend.
To every woman, every brave soul,
You are the warrior that makes the universe whole.
In every heart, let the drums of strength beat,
Against the dark, let hope’s flame meet.
Every day, let your boldness unfold,
You are the narrative, fiercely told.