She is a king, she is a queen,
Unbeatable, her spirit serene.
While others falter, she stands tall,
Victorious in life's relentless call.

No battlefields for her to claim,
Her wars are fought in life's fierce game.
No swords or shields, just inner might,
Her courage shines, a guiding light.

Not one for ease, she chooses the test,
Embracing challenges, she finds her best.
A simple lady, turned kingdom-maker,
Ruling hearts, not just a title-taker.

Our idol, our symbol of peace,
A mother figure, love does release.
With patience and strength, she stands as stone,
Unshaken, a refuge for those unknown.

Heavenly, yet grounded, she soars,
No fairy wings, just a heart that roars.
A true marvel, one of a kind,
she's a woman, A spirit divine.
© Ananya mishra