The girl watching Jumanji
Has dreams of flying high
The troubles they keep coming
But she bids them just goodbye
She moves on with the flow
The flow of the winds and tide
Whatever the dices give to her
She just takes them in her stride
The girl watching Jumanji
Is just focussing on her dreams sky high
The music will soon reverberate
The skies will pour on her
And touch her hand and lead to themselves
Such is her toil that nothing can roil
The dreams of the girl looking sky high
The girl is watching Jumanji
With her eyes on her dreams sky high
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Women of Tomorrow
PoetryA few short poems for the woman who is breaking new grounds, for the woman of today who is also my woman of tomorrow.
