In the heart of the village, her presence shines,
A beacon of hope, a thread that binds.
She walks with grace, her spirit bright,
A woman leader, a guiding light.
With wisdom deep and eyes that see,
She nurtures dreams, sets spirits free.
In her hands, the map of change,
A multitasker, she rearranges.
From dawn till dusk, she wears many hats,
Balancing roles, breaking through the stats.
A mother, a sister, a friend so dear,
In her embrace, there's warmth and cheer.
She weaves connections, like threads in a loom,
Building bridges, dispelling gloom.
In the fabric of community, she's a maker,
A force of nature, a peace awakener.
In her laughter, echoes resilience,
In her silence, echoes brilliance.
For she carries the stories, the hopes, the fears,
Through trials and triumphs, through the years.
Here's to the women, strong and wise,
Who paint the world with vibrant dyes.
In their strength, we find our grace,
In their love, we find our place.
The womenhood, let us stand tall,
For they are the heartbeat, the soul of all.
In their light, may we forever bask,
For in their presence, we unmask.
