By Divya P
In the cradle of dawn, a girl is born,
A princess heralded with joy, a family adorned.
Her tiny fingers, a symbol of grace,
A flower in the garden, in life’s sweet embrace.
As she grows, a tender bud unfurls,
Treated with care in this vast, gentle world.
From child to teenager, burdens start to climb,
Responsibility bestowed, as she weathers time.
The princess matures into a queen,
A silent strength, a force unseen.
No scepter, no crown, but a regal decree,
To bear life’s burdens with unwavering glee.
In the kingdom of daily strife,
She orchestrates chaos, weaves the thread of life.
No accolades shower upon her throne,
Yet, in her silent battles, her valor’s known.
Why does the world not see the weight she bears,
The trials, the tribulations, the unspoken cares?
A princess in name, a queen in might,
Yet, her struggles remain hidden from the light.
In the tapestry of her journey, hurdles entwine,
Yet, she walks with grace, her spirit benign.
A princess by birth, a queen by choice,
Her resolute heart, a melody, a poised voice.
In the canvas of existence, strokes profound,
She paints resilience, strength all around.
A queen in her kingdom, both seen and unseen,
Why is her silent struggle so routine?
Let’s lift the veil, unveil the truth,
Acknowledge the strength in this delicate youth.
For every woman, a queen in her own right,
Navigating a realm of challenges, with unwavering light.
So, let the world recognize her sovereign stance,
A princess grown into a queen’s expanse.
In the quiet battles, in the triumphs unseen,
She , a remarkable woman , reigns supreme.
Hi, I am Divya, a 2nd-semester Mechanical Engineering student from UVCE. As a blooming bud, I aspire to light up the world with the brightness of joy, excellence, and success.
