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The Soul Of The Women

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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