Pain comes visiting every month,
A quiet storm only she can feel.
Being born as a girl is a blessing,
Yet nature's way is cruel and real.
No human chooses this for her,
It is written by cosmic nature.
Women arrive on earth through pain,
But they go through life with care and love.
From monthly cycles to giving birth,
From raising children to endless giving.
They hold an energy deep inside
That no man cannot compare.
Even when gods come down to earth,
They choose a woman for their birth.
A mother's touch, a partner's hope,
A woman shapes every heart in her life.
She carries more than we can witness,
Like the earth holding every corner.
Like oceans bearing all the rivers,
That keeps flowing forever more.
Women are nature's living strength,
Beginning and end in one's life.
We meet them in many sacred forms,
Mother, sister, daughter, friend, flame.
Her pain is real, her power is vast,
Her presence keeps the world alive.
And though the storm may come each month,
Through it all, they rise and rise anew.
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