She lives in all of us

My mamma once told me a story about a girl braver than me,

strong and brave – hearted was she.

A person to be remembered, a girl with a lot of pluck,

she was on that plane, it was just her bad luck.

But a good thing, that she was there,

for the passengers were saved by her courage and dare.

To save three kids,

She took three bullets, she did.

That’s why when I hear the word pluck,

I think of braveheart Neerja Bhanot.

 

 

 

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