(A poem honouring Women on the occasion of International Women's Day)
She's the one in whose caring arms,
The cry of a baby stops,
She's the one whose loving lap,
A heaven to forget all worries and stress.
She's the one whose innocent smile,
Reminds one of childhood's pranks and plays,
She's the one whose sacred thread,
Speaks the language words cannot express.
She was the one who stroked Swarajya 's conch,
In the times of slavery and dark,
Crushing an empire down to her feet,
She brought for mankind an era of peace,
She was the one whose valiant sword,
Lit a fire a nation yearned years for,
Defending her fort against an empire vast,
She gave her life for a nation's call.
She's the one who leads India's skies and seas,
Defending nation's borders tall,
Clad in the colours of the tricolour vibrant,
The enemy shatters seeing her valour tall.
She's the one whose grit stern and firm,
Made the tallest of the mountains bend,
Even the strongest icy cold winds,
Couldn't shake her resolve single minded.
She's the one who makes house a home,
By every sublime act of love and care,
A treasure of virtues and values evergreen,
Nurturing great minds a nation needs.
O epitome of power and strength!
Who am I to sing your valour and praise?,
When the supreme Lord praises thy motherhood's sublime grace.