In the tapestry of life, a thread so fine,
Woven in the fabric of mortal design.
I, Irtaza Bilal, stand on the precipice,
A founder of dreams, where life and death kiss.
Bearing witness to the dance of mortality,
A journey we all take with finality.
Go Daughters, the legacy I sow,
In the fertile soil where dreams may grow.
Through the lens of time, I contemplate,
The transient nature of our mortal state.
In the cosmic ballet, we play our part,
A mere heartbeat in the vastness of the heart.
From the genesis of Go Daughters’ inception,
A vision conceived with unwavering intention.
To empower, uplift, and break the chains,
Of societal norms that bind in subtle reins.
A view from the summit, a vista so grand,
As I traverse the landscape of shifting sand.
The legacy echoes in the winds that blow,
A testament to the seeds we sow.
Mortality, the silent conductor of fate,
Guiding us through the cosmic gate.
Yet in its shadow, a spark ignites,
A flame that defies eternal nights.
Go Daughters, a beacon in the mist,
Navigating through the ebb and flow of the gist.
In the realm of mortality, we find our grace,
A testament to the strength of the human race.
I, Irtaza Bilal, pen these lines,
A humble founder, embracing life’s signs.
In the symphony of mortality, we play our song,
A melody that echoes, eternally strong.
