The place was swarming with many a restless head. Tough was the clash, and the day was red. Her name was called; she left her place, And stepped on stage with an exceptional grace. Sturdy and strong, she took hold of the dais With a warm and distinctive look on her face. She began to address ‘em and let her lips apart In a remarkable way that’d touch one’s heart. Expressing her thoughts without a flaw, She left the audience in sheer awe. And as she ended her speech with a touching clause, The air reverberated with cheers and applause. She’s unique in her own way, not like the rest. Perfect with words; with thoughts the best. She was born to lead; back, she couldn’t stay And it’s not the story of a single day. In every contest, in every battle She won the day and proved her mettle. Be it speaking, writing or medical field, She won’t let her name remain concealed. In looks, she’s graceful and elegant, In nature, assiduous and diligent. With unique thoughts...