There was once, a girl called Srividya who ended conversations with a "see yea" and sometimes with, "Don't wanna be yea" but had a gentle heart like Mamma mia!
She took it in her head to write which gave her friends a fright But, vidya in her heart, was tight to somehow pour her mind and write
Words from her heart, upon the paper, fell they came in a tumble; they came pell-mell when they fell in place, her story, they did tell and those read said in their hearts, Aawll eezz well!!!
A persistent Vidya never gave up hope and found some more, when she ran out of rope She took inspiration from the divine Pope and in her works, introduced a little operaish soap
Day after day, dawn after dawn Little srividya wrote like a fawn She said to herself, lighting the midnight candle on 'Course you can write; you just need to COME ON!
For her words, she used the iambic pentameter But her cruel friends said, "eyyy, podhum paa peter!" Her consistent efforts bore fruit; her blog was published seeing her beautiful works see the light of day, she felt accomplished
Oh you might wonder, what does this tale tell what is the idea, I'm trying to sell without much ado, let me just say A little encouragement goes a long way!