Beneath the silken saree's fold,
She stands as fierce, as bold as gold.
The blouse, a modern sculpted frame,
Speaks of a woman who owns her name.
Tradition whispers through her dress,
Yet modern flair does not suppress.
In every thread, her roots entwine,
Yet freedom's spark, her design defines.
Her gaze, unyielding, meets the world,
With daring poise, her flag unfurled.
She walks through fire, through fleeting scorn,
To wear her pride, her light reborn.
Oh, bold and beautiful, strong and free,
A masterpiece of harmony.
In her stance, a lesson lies,
To soar with courage, touch the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem