Uncrowned Queens of Freedom
Mohtarmaas!
Not just titles,
Titans of change,
Revolution’s rhythm,
Pulsing through time!
Tricolour dreams—
Sewn with the might of women,
Saffron courage,
White truth,
Green hope,
Their spirits spin tales,
Defiance in diversity!
From Jhansi’s fort
To Delhi’s gates,
Rebellion echoes,
In the roar of battlefields,
In the silence of prison cells,
In verses of poets,
Who knew no bounds!
Lakshmibai to now—
A journey carved in blood and ink
Sarojini’s song,
Freedom’s Cry,
They fought, they led,
They soared!
Progress flows—
Like the river of their unwavering will,
Carving paths through patriarchal lands,
In councils of revolution,
In rallies of inspiration,
In homes ripe for change.
Yet, prejudice looms,
and Challenges whisper in the dark,
But we—
We are the daughters of these warriors,
Our hearts beat with the rhythm of their resistance!
Mohtarma!
A whisper, a roar, a beacon,
Generations of fierce freedom—
Bold, brave,
Barrier-breaking!
At this moment,
Between their sacrifices and our aspirations—
We stand,
We remember,
We continue!
Indian Women—
Not just fighters,
But fierce flames,
Not just supporters,
But a storm!
Of dreams, determination,
Destinies redefined!
Countless years
And their story flows—
Through our veins,
In every heartbeat,
In every breath,
We rise,
Uncrowned Queens,
The legacy continues.
Copyright ©
Dr. Padmashree R P
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