The Women who dared to dream...

In a town where whispers shaped the air,
A girl once dreamed beyond despair.
With books as lanterns, she carved her way,
Through nights of toil and endless days.

She rose from dust to wear the crown,
A scholar bright, of vast renown.
A mother, too, with hands so warm,
A heart that braved each passing storm.

Yet, within the walls she called her own,
Her light was dimmed, her worth unknown.
Her mother-in-law with eyes so keen,
Saw only silks, not the scholar's sheen.

"Why work so hard? Just stitch and sell,"
"A boutique suits a woman well!"
Her husband, whom she loved so deep,
Let silence be the wound she’d keep.

She left behind her world, her past,
For love she thought would always last.
Yet dreams don’t fade with duty’s chain,
They whisper still, despite the pain.

One evening, as she held her child,
A thought ignited, fierce and wild—
"No more waiting, no more pleas,"
"I’ll chase my fate, I’ll break my leash!"

And so she fought, through scorn and sneers,
Through sleepless nights and countless tears.
With every prayer, with every sigh,
She soared, she rose, she touched the sky.

Her name will shine, just wait and see,
For fate must bow to destiny.
And when that job is hers to claim,
The world will know and chant her name.

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She is not alone—she has faith, she has fire,
She will rise above, she will climb higher.
For every woman who fights this fight,
May you find your wings, may you find your light.