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నువ్వుంటేనే సృష్టికి ప్రాణం, నారీ
నువ్వుంటేనే లోకానికి మార్గం, నారీ
శక్తికి రూపం నువ్వే, ప్రేమకు దీపం నువ్వే
నీ అడుగు పడితేనే నవ జీవనం నారీ!

తల్లిగా లాలించి, లాలిపాట పాడి
జన్మనిచ్చి పెంచే పవిత్ర రూపం నువ్వే!
చెల్లిగా తోడై, అక్కగా ఆదరించి
అనురాగం పంచే ఆప్యాయతా నువ్వే!
భార్యగా తోడుండి, కడవరకు నిలిచి
జీవితాన జ్యోతివై వెలిగేవు నారీ!

అలుపన్నది ఎరుగని శ్రమజీవి నువ్వే
అణిచివేత నెదురించే పోరాట స్పూర్తి నువ్వే!
సమస్యలెన్ని ఉన్నా, నవ్వుతూ సాగేవు
ధైర్యానికి మారుపేరుగా నిలిచేవు నారీ!
జ్ఞానానికి నిధివై, కళలకు కాణాచివై
ప్రతి రంగంలోనూ ప్రకాశించేవు నారీ!
 

కరుణకు నెలవై, క్షమకు నిదర్శనమై
త్యాగాలకు రూపమై నిలిచేవు నారీ!
ప్రేమను పంచే గుణమే నీ సొంతం
ప్రతి హృదయంలోనూ దేవత నువ్వే!
సృష్టికి మూలమై, సకల జీవికి ప్రాణమై
నిత్యం పూజించదగిన రూపం నువ్వే!

నువ్వుంటేనే సృష్టికి ప్రాణం, నారీ
నువ్వుంటేనే లోకానికి మార్గం, నారీ
శక్తికి రూపం నువ్వే, ప్రేమకు దీపం నువ్వే
నీ అడుగు పడితేనే నవ జీవనం నారీ!

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