As she stood in the meanwhile,
All at sea holding stuff to compile,
Shrugging off mentalities that revile,
But she'll go the extra mile,
Inspired by words, written in style.
As she stood amidst constant fret,
Entirely pastel, unlike vignette,
To triumph over a long-ago threat,
She'll go the extra mile,
Shedding no tears, but sweat.
She stood below the magnificent sky,
Unfurling her wings to fly high.
With joyous vibe her heart passes by,
Oh, she'll step the extra mile,
Surpassing the conjecture of thy.
~Ishita Kathuria
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