They say the world is balanced fair,
But look again — is justice there?
One walks out to earn and strive,
One stays back to keep love alive.
He builds the roof, brick by brick,
She holds the walls when days grow thick.
His hands bear weight, his muscles show,
But hers hold life — a deeper glow.
Strength is not just steel and might,
It’s staying calm through endless night.
It’s wiping tears with weary hands,
And still each day, with grace, she stands.
She bleeds, she births, she breaks, she bends,
And still the world on her depends.
Yet silence wraps her worth in shame,
While loud applause forgets her name.
If power lies in hearts and minds,
Then why are we still drawing lines?
She’s not below, he’s not above—
They both were born from equal love.
So teach the world to see anew,
That strong wears many shades and hues.
No throne was made for one alone—
A just world makes all hearts known.
