In the land of Bengal, where rivers flow wide, A power woman stands, with grace and pride. Her sari, a symphony of colors so bright, Reflects the strength and beauty of her light.
Her eyes, like deep pools of wisdom and grace, Hold stories of resilience, of a heart full of embrace. Her smile, a radiant sun, warms the soul, Infusing hope and dreams, making spirits whole.
Her hands, calloused yet gentle, have toiled and strived, Nurturing life, where once barren fields survived. Her spirit, a flame, unwavering and bold, A beacon of strength, in stories yet untold.
She’s the mother, the sister, the friend, the guide, A pillar of support, in whom we confide. Her voice, a melody, soft yet so clear, Echoes with wisdom, dispelling all fear.
She’s the weaver of dreams, the artist of life, Creating beauty from hardship and strife. Her dance, a graceful sway, a rhythmic delight, Embracing the essence of day and of night.
She’s the Bengal Power Woman, a force to behold, A story of courage, a tale to be told. In her veins, the spirit of Shakti resides, A goddess of power, where love presides.
So let us honor her, this woman of grace, Whose strength and resilience have set our hearts ablaze. May her legacy inspire, her spirit ignite, A flame of empowerment, burning ever so bright.
