By Rucha Govindraj Desai
Sailing through the ups and downs,
Moving from towns to towns.
Finally wearing a victory crown,
But lastly getting a deep frown.
Looking all above, achieving heights,
Growing a bit more longer by sight.
Likes to learn but I might,
Like a flying kite.
Hands and hair with black dye,
Eating small pieces of orange pie.
Are women weak? But why?
Saying to all of you a goodbye.
By Rucha Govindraj Desai
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