Only twelve she was when she had the wired dream,
She would meet Sentinelese of Andaman one day.
She knew she had to cross an ocean, not just a stream.
But father laughed on the impossibility, to her dismay.

 She acquired the required degree, MSc in anthropology. 
Time had come to visit Andaman for research. 
But instead of approval, she got the board's apology. 
Towards probable death how could they let her march?

 Her determination finally won her the director's vote. 
She set sail to the land of mystery and a culture undiscovered.
She finally reached the tribe living in the remotest of remote,
Making their bows and arrows vain, her sincerity hovered.

 There, many strived to put a foot, but all returned wounded.
Only she won the unwinnable with the elixir of love and energy.
The most secluded tribe accepted her gifts and became bonded.   
For her undying courage, we salute you, Dr. Madhubala Chatterjee.