Knights riding on white steeds.
Falling in love with poor,pretty maids ,
Admiring their innocent,naive ways,
Exist only in imaginary Fairy Tales.
Girls, a gallop and they are gone .
Fragments of imagination in the mind,
Nobody is going to make you strong
Gear up your own strength to fly high .
New vistas open up before all of you,
Once make up your mind to shatter ,
The glass ceiling that stops you to,
Achieve as much as dreams gather.
Let not the popular old adages,
Be a hindrance in your way,
Now onwards the world will know,
What you do and what you say.