Unshackled: Let Her Rise Poem by Divyanshu Mangariya

Let her be the storm, the sun, the rain,
Not a prisoner of silent pain.
Not a dream caged in someone's hand,
Not a whisper lost in shifting sand.

They taught her to kneel, to fold, to break,
To give, to bend, for others' sake.
To smile when shattered, to shrink, to stay,
To dim her fire, to fade away.

But she was never meant to drown,
To wear a forced and hollow crown.
She was never weak, never frail,
Her heart, a story, fierce and pale.

Let her rise, let her soar,
Let her walk through every door.
Not as a favor, not as grace,
But as her right, her rightful place.