Name : Ruby Meraki Oenomel/Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Country Canada

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Sun-baked earth, woman’s weathered hands, roughened,
kneading the dough, Paraguay prayer in sash, flour and water.
Guaraní whispers, ancient stories etched, map of resilience.
The War of the Triple Alliance, a shadow stretching long.
Across generations, claiming sons, husbands, fathers.
She, is loveliness, a bold survivor, scrubs amongst the fallen?
Beauty a field of crosses, marking cost of nation’s struggle.
Her faith, undaunting, a flickering candle, in the storm of loss.
Quiet strength, in the face of despair, Yerba maté steams,
Communal comfort, shared among us, Paraguay women, spread
Dressed as if a silent bond of, flags swaying sorrow and hope.
Embroidered patterns, on her dress, tapestry of endurance.
Her children, a legacy of love, asking eyes their song reflecting
The church bell tolls, heritage a rhythm of faith, in a land scarred,
Resilient, her community, bound by heartache and shared history,
By shared grief, by shared hope and laughter, for a better tomorrow.
The sun sets, casting long shadows, on land, rebuilt brick by brick,
With quiet determined hands, Paraguay woman’s, quiet bravery, tugs
Unsung stories, of Paraguayan spirit, seals our enduring strength,
A legacy of grace, a promise of a future dawn, where rivers whisper
Alone carriers of legacy? rooted deep in the soil of their ancestors,
With hands that have tilled the earth, bore children, stitched us all,
Warriors cloaking resolve, shielding kin, from shadows, feeding
In the heart of Asunción, where the streets pulse with history.
The air thick with the scent of yerba mate, laughter of plazas,
Ringing strength of matriarchs, stories etched in the stones,
Reminding the wind of sacrifice,the power of a mother’s love,
Against backdrops of battle and woe voices rising Parana thunder.
Justice! peace, cries and song echoing through canyons of hands,
Eyes bright like the morning star etch tales of their brave forebears
These women kneel, in reverence and hopes wrapped in tradition,
Gatherings like the chefs of a coming storm? love, bond, tie all?
For in Paraguay each doting woman, a river with endless reach,
Dreams and screams flutter, like, the wings of the harpy eagle,
Sailing above unfettered, echoing through canyons, reminding all,
Of the tough within that defines a culture, roots deep horizons fix.