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An Elegy On a Great Lady

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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.
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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. Login to Reply