A poem taking place in 3012
She whizzes up hypotheses in her head,
In a snap, deciphers bread’s chemical thread.
A theorist was she, impressing her peers,
She was well run in literature, politics and ancient years.
From the Harappan civilisation, to Anne Boleyn,
I may even go out on a whim,
And say she had expertise on everything under the sun,
Though I would say she weighed less than a tonne!
She was well versed in linguistics, well informed in world affairs,
She devised an in-depth thesis about antagonistic muscle pairs.
A modern Shakuntala Devi, you’d agree,
The ideal every baby her age aspired to be.
mayawrites 
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