Silent Battles Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

In the quiet of dawn's first light,
Or the dark embrace of night,
A woman's silent battles rage,
On every unwritten page.

In every morning's hopeful rise,
In every shadowed evening's guise,
She faces worlds both harsh and cold,
Where stories of old woes unfold.

Her dreams are forged in quiet grace,
Yet often met with scorn's embrace,
In whispers sharp and gazes grim,
She walks where fears grow dim.

No matter where the sun might shine,
Or when the stars begin to climb,
The threats she faces, cold and stark,
Leave deep and lasting marks.

In crowded streets or empty rooms,
In whispered fears or hollow tombs,
Her strength is tested, day by day,
In a world that's gone astray.

In every tale of silent cries,
In every glance, in every guise,
A truth emerges, raw and clear-
Her struggles are ever near.

Yet in her heart, a fire burns,
A will to fight, a strength that churns,
To rise above the darkest night,
To turn the wrongs into the right.

So let us stand in solidarity,
To end her pain, to bridge disparity,
For every woman's rightful place,
Is one of safety, love, and grace.

In the chorus of her silent fight,
May justice dawn with morning light,
For in her struggle, strong and true,
Lies a call for me and you.

Together, let's create the change,
To rearrange the world's harsh range,
For every woman's right to be
Safe and free, in harmony.