Poetry By Saeeda Akhtar

The Essence of a Woman

She walks with grace, yet bears the weight,
Of countless dreams, of love and fate.
Her hands may tremble, soft and slight,
But hold the strength of boundless light.
She is the dawn, the golden hue,
That paints the world in shades anew.
A silent storm, a raging sea,
Yet calm as moonlight on the lea.
She weaves the stars into a thread,
Of hope where weary souls have bled.
Her voice—a whisper, fierce and bright,
That turns the dark to endless light.
She is the past, the now, the new,
The fire that burns, the morning dew.
The essence pure, the soul so free,
She is, she was, she’ll always be.

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