In me, there is no synonym to OPTIMISM.
Sincerely , there is a burning desire to expect nothing but the best of everything in life. I am assured of a better nation, a better tomorrow; better than yesterday. Yesterday left us with memories of black shadows, pains,bitterness, yet in all these emerged a promising tomorrow.
I saw yesterday escape with its worries , fears and disabilities, making way for an able tomorrow.
Yesterday had visitors who visited and left anguish and grief, took away some potentials of yesterday.
They told us that ,dependence is a virtue. A virtue that made us beggars in disguise, blind and dead to the flaming ambitions to make it all by ourselves for ourselves. They made us believe that begging was the only way out , we dreamt but saw no hope of realities, we felt change in our bones but the will - power was disabled.
Our women , Oh! were subjects of the wonders of oppression both from within and without. To be born a girl was a salt added to fresh injury ; it only meant that another subordinate was born. Disregarding the fact that , it was the same hands that made us all. Feminism was an inevitable "curse". One can only imagine, " even the human beings were tempered with, what more the inferiors" Think I am harsh? Sorry , but Yes that was the picture we feared to look at.
But today, being yesterday's tomorrow, has a risen sun.That has illumined both the superior and the inferior, poor and rich , able and the disabled. The risen sun has brought to light all the dreams that kept hiding in the nights the visitors spent with us. The sun brought the vehicle that could transport dreams to realities. And the woman , is as wild and great tool for the society.
She now lives where dreams are born, she can now soar with the ultimates .
The woman who yesterday knew powerless is as powerful a tool for great change. Unto her children, she pours her passion for holistic development, in her home, there is wind of change, not for herself and her little ones alone, but selflessly for her world. The woman has seen nothing out of the ordinary, only flames of making all the best. Even the unborn must see change and be told memories of great women leading change.
She says to herself,"should there be someone to start it, I am at the forefront " She mentions education, independence, justice and peace to her children and fellows.
She selflessly pray for change in all issues bothering development. Knowledge frees the oppressed, makes the weak powerful, cleanliness her song , volunteerism her tag, leadership her virtue and change her hallmark .
I see such women molded and weaved , ready to spring out , eager to point out the duty of all. I see numerous change makers in our women, young women with enthusiasm to resist injustice and suppression, ready to make the world a better place.
They only seek cooperation , support, chance and nods. Part of such, we sing the song of excellence in all spheres of life. WE ARE LEADERS, CHANGE MAKERS AND INVESTORS IN TOMORROW'S SUCCESS BUSINESS. Great change is on the move, since the sun rose in our hearts.
Sincerely , there is a burning desire to expect nothing but the best of everything in life. I am assured of a better nation, a better tomorrow; better than yesterday. Yesterday left us with memories of black shadows, pains,bitterness, yet in all these emerged a promising tomorrow.
I saw yesterday escape with its worries , fears and disabilities, making way for an able tomorrow.
Yesterday had visitors who visited and left anguish and grief, took away some potentials of yesterday.
They told us that ,dependence is a virtue. A virtue that made us beggars in disguise, blind and dead to the flaming ambitions to make it all by ourselves for ourselves. They made us believe that begging was the only way out , we dreamt but saw no hope of realities, we felt change in our bones but the will - power was disabled.
Our women , Oh! were subjects of the wonders of oppression both from within and without. To be born a girl was a salt added to fresh injury ; it only meant that another subordinate was born. Disregarding the fact that , it was the same hands that made us all. Feminism was an inevitable "curse". One can only imagine, " even the human beings were tempered with, what more the inferiors" Think I am harsh? Sorry , but Yes that was the picture we feared to look at.
But today, being yesterday's tomorrow, has a risen sun.That has illumined both the superior and the inferior, poor and rich , able and the disabled. The risen sun has brought to light all the dreams that kept hiding in the nights the visitors spent with us. The sun brought the vehicle that could transport dreams to realities. And the woman , is as wild and great tool for the society.
She now lives where dreams are born, she can now soar with the ultimates .
The woman who yesterday knew powerless is as powerful a tool for great change. Unto her children, she pours her passion for holistic development, in her home, there is wind of change, not for herself and her little ones alone, but selflessly for her world. The woman has seen nothing out of the ordinary, only flames of making all the best. Even the unborn must see change and be told memories of great women leading change.
She says to herself,"should there be someone to start it, I am at the forefront " She mentions education, independence, justice and peace to her children and fellows.
She selflessly pray for change in all issues bothering development. Knowledge frees the oppressed, makes the weak powerful, cleanliness her song , volunteerism her tag, leadership her virtue and change her hallmark .
I see such women molded and weaved , ready to spring out , eager to point out the duty of all. I see numerous change makers in our women, young women with enthusiasm to resist injustice and suppression, ready to make the world a better place.
They only seek cooperation , support, chance and nods. Part of such, we sing the song of excellence in all spheres of life. WE ARE LEADERS, CHANGE MAKERS AND INVESTORS IN TOMORROW'S SUCCESS BUSINESS. Great change is on the move, since the sun rose in our hearts.
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