One girl among thousands, steady and tall,
Not there to fit-but to rewrite it all.
For her father’s name, for dreams held tight,
She turns every dawn into her right.
The world may question,pause and stare,
“What brings a girl to labour there?”
But dreams dont bend to small voices,
She rises early-to rise above all.
No crown,no noise, no grand acclaim,
Walking a path not built for the same.
A field long ruled by voices of men,
Yet she steps forward,again and again.
No occupation is gender-defined,
It’s built by hands,by will, by mind.
Women have shattered the walls once high,
Unclipped their wings,learned how to fly.
Not for fame, not to be seen,
But for her father,and what he dreamed.
Before the world even starts to rise,
She’s already there- becoming wise.
~ MILAN PATHANIA
AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏 