In Memory of MS.

With music from morn to eve

This Season studded with singers,

Muse mourns the loss of MS

Who moved the Mahatma

And the millions with her music.

Divinity that glowed on her face

Filled the hearts of many, like

The deaf who could not hear.

The Blind who could not see

Heard her songs stir their souls.

Seasons will come and go

Will never be the same.

The music with melody

Will be there to please the ear

But never to reach the soul.

With profound grief from:

~T.S. Gopal~

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