When a little cutie is born,
Is born a whole new set of generation—
Generations nurtured by hands that heal,
With a heart so strong and a soul that feels.
Nature of earth, air, water, sky & fire — a rare combination,
Grace in her veins and strength in her foundation.
A power to manifest in silence and storm,
To cradle a child and lead a reform.
She manifests in every fold of time,
In lullabies, in law, in rhythm and rhyme.
Roles of intense and light, with same vigour and clever,
To break the bias, to stand by truth, now and forever.
Rule the self, not others, with grace and might,
With quiet resolve, yet fierce in fight.
Bright like the dawn, calm like the sea,
She is the story, the song, the seed of destiny.
Decree of life, shaped in her hands,
Through love she leads, through hope she stands.
A flame that warms, a force that lifts,
Womanhood — the world’s most sacred gift.
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