Unspoken Truth About Her Life

By Saanvi Agarwal

She never compares; she knows her worth,

She shapes the sky, she moulds the earth.

Give her a house, she’ll make it a home,

With warmth and dreams where love can roam.

Give her groceries, she’ll serve a meal,

From simple grains, joy is released.

She multiplies blessings, turns less to more,

To the life of luxuries, she opens the door.

She’s not just mother, sister, or a wife,

She’s her own willpower, with her own life.

She doesn’t boast, yet shines so bright,

An independent spirit, her own guiding light.

“Don’t touch that, don’t enter there,” they say,

When nature’s cycle is not her way.

If birth itself begins that way,

Why call her impure every month, that day?

Lands of the highest literacy’s grace,

Banned her from a holy place.

When wisdom dreams and reason dies,

The mask of knowledge fools the eyes

Man, once led, for he earned the bread,

But now she stands; by her, the home is led.

Shoulder to shoulder, she claims her worth,

In her strength, the world finds rebirth.

It’s not “you’re short” or “you’re not fair,”

But “you’re a girl, don’t you dare!”

That sets her off and breaks her tone,

Yet she builds empires all on her own.

She’s the mind, the heart, the home’s pure vein,

Turning every struggle into a useful gain.

Physically frail, they say she’s weak,

Yet her strength is calm, her essence unique.

She is the blueprint life walks upon,

The radiance that lights each breaking dawn.

She is the power, the soul, the flame—

And Female is her proudest name.

By Saanvi Agarwal