salute of womenhood

In realms where dreams take flight on silver wings, Where moonbeams dance and nightingales sing, There lies a world of magic and grace, In every step, a whispered embrace.

Through valleys deep and mountains high, Where sunsets paint the canvas of the sky, Mirrors reflect the beauty within, A kaleidoscope of colors spin.

In every heartbeat, a tale untold, Of love and loss, of stories bold, With words that weave a tapestry grand, In Fathima Bibi's enchanted land.

Her pen, a wand, her ink, a spell, A symphony of verses, she doth compel, To wander through the corridors of time, And find solace in each rhythm and rhyme.

So let us journey, hand in hand, Across the shores of her magical land, Where poetry reigns and dreams take flight, In Fathima Bibi's realm of light.