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An Elegy On a Great Lady

Start Enclosed in a glass casket Cuddled in a flower-decked basket She lay serene as ever No sign of her past fervor Resting in her last abode Before the journey by road To her final burial site For performing the last rite Dignitaries came to pay their last respect Placed a wreath, sad and circumspect Consoled the members who were dear To reduce their sorrow and repress a tear She ruled the state for over a decade Hailed as the Iron lady, never swayed Adored by the masses, especially poor She was the mother to all and a doer Millions of mourners thronged the street Wishing she was alive for them to meet Sea of humanity surged in a melancholy state Thumping their chests and lamenting their fate Alas! She can’t hear their mourning cries It’s a feeling no one can ever reprise Slowly the coffin was lowered into the grave The sea responded with a mighty wave. UNSUPPORTED CODE

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Subroto Sinha

Date: 12/15/2016 6:52:00 AM

This elegy is on the funeral of Ms.Jaylalitha, the Chief Minister of Tamilnadu, India, who died on 5 December, 2016. Her mother was a film actress and she was excellent in academics in school. She was persuaded by her mother to become an actress, on the advice of her producer. She became a very popular actress, a versatile dancer and could speak several Indian languages fluently. She was an outstanding orator and spoke flawless English. She joined politics later and became Chief Minister.