Writing: Dr Shahla Gondal
Row, row, row through the lonely night,
Beneath the glow of the moon so bright.
The river hums a mystic tune,
Guided gently by the silver moon.
The oars dip low, the ripples sing,
A girl alone, her dreams take wing.
Stars reflect on the water’s face,
A boundless journey, a sacred space.
The shadows stretch, the winds may sigh,
But she moves onward, her spirit high.
Through the twists, through the turns, she’ll go,
Chasing horizons the moon will show.
Row, row, row through the moonlit tide,
Let the haters scoff, let the doubters deride.
Their stones may splash, their words may sting,
But she’s not afraid of any person or anything.
Row, row, row, and don’t look back,
The night is hers, the courage won’t lack.
A quiet fire, a fearless soul,
Rowing forever toward her goal.
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