Goddess Durga rides with strength untamed,
A lion roars where justice is proclaimed.
In hands she holds the weapons of the brave,
Destroying evils, no soul left to save.
Like Durga, women rise in power's light,
Facing battles, pushing through the night.
With every scar, they forge a sharper sword,
Against the world, they rise and stay adored.
She slays the demons with a fearless grace,
So do the women, breaking every trace
Of chains that bind, of shadows cast in gloom,
They bloom like fire, dispelling all the doom.
In Durga's spirit, they find strength to stand,
To build, to lead, to heal, and to command.
- Willisha
