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.