To my harp, the woman On International Women's Day

To my lady and the crown of my head, 

my icon

To women in every corner of the earth

On International Women's Day

From World Plus

ISpread my poem

...........

change is a mere fact to

Excessive richness in ideas

I ran quickly to climb the ladder of actions

To create a world of dreams

To make them seem real

To scatter a part of the rose's thorns on the flowers

And I began to look

Did my dream cause a mutation

Did it produce ideas

Did it contribute to raising awareness, creating a dialogue

Those little petals

Did they bear fruit in one day

Can a brown bear hug its cubs

Without fear of snow, fear of rain.

The idea is under correction

Under editing

Hopefully perfected

Change is possible

It needs an order of submission

To the duties of obedience, not disobedience

Here I raise my hat in salute and respect

To women on their holiday

The holiday of vigor, the holiday of liberation from the shackles of slavery and defeat

I was nothing but a bottle of perfume

Violet color

And a bottle of colors

The feather of a cheerful bird

Searching for reassurance

No one harasses it

Does not muffle its voice, does not collapse

In World Plus we lived tenderness

Caravans of words of encouragement

Breaking through times

Everyone there supports me and backs me

And I am part of an entity

Seeking change

Seeking with gratitude.

Nadra