Through a thousand troubles,
through barriers, wounds, and silent neglect, her life keeps moving. She is the measure by which faith and laws are written. Bearing the weary womb that carries the next generation, the keeper of morality and culture, she is still found fallen— on lonely streets, in shelters, in places where dignity is traded. Yet every dawn she rises again with the radiance of the sun. Home, homeland, knowledge and culture rest safely within her. She is nature itself— eternal energy. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. And without Shakti, there is no Shiva. Happy Women’s Day.
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