Amrutha H Rao Biography

There was a room of darkness
Which was our weakness...
We were restricted to that room
You gave us the magical broom...
...

For people get-togethers were obligatory...
But gathering is now being held in crematory!
Joy, placid and togetherness subsided...
Despair, anxiety and discreteness resided!
...

Chambers of opportunities, gleam in abundance...
Percieve your dreams, with much resonance!
Grooves and thorns will thus be faced...
You only, can get the correct path traced!
...

As cool as a glacier...
Burn like a fierce fire!
Aid in the sparkling eyes....
Fade as ash in the cries!
...

There, an angel took birth...
Filled with happiness, mother earth!
Her soul filled with love...
One day, flew like a dove!
...