🌺 The Hidden Chapters: A Poem for Every Woman

 

There are stories the world will sing aloud,
And those it buries beneath the crowd.
But hidden in silence, fierce and deep,
Lie the chapters that women keep.

This is Meera’s tale — not hers alone,
But every woman’s silent tone.
A journey carved in pain and grace,
Of battles fought with a smiling face.

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🌸 What is a Woman?

Is she just flesh, a body, a name?
Or is she fire wrapped in frame?

Why did God shape her soul so wide —
To break, to bow, or stand with pride?

She’s not a shadow to a man,
She’s the reason life began.
When He made her, He sowed the seed
Of boundless strength and quiet need.

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🌼 Childhood: The Forgotten Flower (0–12)

Born where sons were more desired,
Yet her spirit never tired.
By six, she saw the world divide,
By eight, was told her knees to hide.
By ten, her voice was locked away,
Touched in fear, with none to say.

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🌿 Teenage Years: The Silent Storm (13–19)

Then came the flood of growing pains,
A body judged, a heart in chains.
She loved with innocence and light,
But blame was hers — not his that night.
At eighteen, dreams of books grew still,
Crushed beneath the marriage will.

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🌺 Young Adult: The Tug of Dreams and Duty (20–35)

Freedom teased with sweetest taste,
But turned to fire, harsh and faced.
The streets would leer, the home would bind,
She served with grace, but lost her mind.
Marriage came — the vows grew thin,
Motherhood wore her from within.

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🌻 Middle Age: The Silent Sacrifice (36–55)

She held the walls, she bore the weight,
While time walked on and sealed her fate.
Her mirror whispered, Who are you?
She smiled — a mask the world once knew.
Dreams, once bright, now gathered dust,
Yet she pressed on — because she must.

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🌙 Old Age: The Quiet Queen (56+)

The house grew still, the laughter gone,
She sat with time, completely drawn.
But in the hush, a voice came near,
And washed away the guilt and fear:

“You were not born to serve and fold —
You were born in fire, fierce and bold.
You are not weak — you are divine.
A masterpiece in every line.”

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🌟 Final Verse

Meera is you. Meera is me.
She lives in every home we see.
But hush no more — let truth be told,
Let every woman’s voice be bold.

For every chapter, scar, and strife
Is stitched into the book of life.
Let silence end. Let echoes start.
The story of woman is a work of art.

💫 My Message to You

“She was never weak — the world just feared her strength.”