WOMEN OF WONDERS

WOMEN OF WONDERS 
In the folds of tradition, she gracefully brings ,
A wall-hanging of culture spun by loving hands.
With a drape of silvery silk, the colors, blossom,
Each thread whispers stories, dispelling the shade.  
Her smile is a sunrise, warm and bright,
Heart of the home, casting glorious light.
In shimmering hues, she dances through space,
Radiating joy with elegance and grace.  
The south Indian saree flows like a river,
A witness to strength, a spirit that quivers.
Golden borders catch the glimmers of day,
A beacon of hope lighting the way.  
Today, as we honor the fierce and the free,
Let Shweta’s spirit be the heart of our plea.
For every woman, like her, wears a crown,
In the fabric of life, she’s woven, renowned.  
So here’s to the dreamers, the doers so bold,
To legends like Shweta, whose stories unfold.
In her shimmering presence, we celebrate care,
A woman like a goddess, radiant and unusual.  
May every stitch of her costume remind us plain
Of the power of womanhood, vibrant and near.
On this Women’s Day, let love be our tune,
For in her brilliance, we all find our bloom.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI