salute of womenhood

In the realm where dreams take flight, Underneath the moon's soft light, Shrimati Annie Besant's name, A beacon in history's fame.

With grace and wisdom, she did tread, Through paths where few dared to thread, A champion for truth and right, Guiding hearts through darkest night.

In words that stirred the soul's deep well, Her voice, a gentle, ringing bell, Calling for justice, love, and peace, Her passion for humanity's release.

With every step, she paved the way, For progress to dawn a brighter day, Her legacy, a timeless song, Of courage, resilience, and belonging.

So let us honor her memory, With actions filled with empathy, For in her footsteps, we may find, The strength to heal, uplift, and bind.