Locked inside at home all day,
confined to rural work,
But when the sun shines at bay,
Every star is forced to hark,
The newspaper by Katherine Graham
When Pranjali Pujari could rule a nation so large
Marie Curie, the great scientist madame,
If Aarti Saha could swim across the English Channel, enlarge
Oh they were the silver
which arose from the shadows of the dark
Sparkling as the brightest glitter,
They left behind their Mark
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