Balambal Suryanarayanan Biography

She was born to continue the race
With a kind and generous face
Her silence and patience cannot be caught
The beauty of her heart can never be bought
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What is real love?
Should it be plain like a cow?
Or furious like a bow?
Or with results for what you sow?
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When you carried your dreams in your heart
Little did you know that they were to be crushed in the start
Your body shook the whole world when washed ashore
The innocence in your cute face and the body with vim
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Tears well up my eyes as I think
The way our smiles disappeared in a wink
Well, couldn't have expected quite more
For all you did was run and get sore
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Octogenarian tootsies that mount the stairs
Trembling breaths, and choke ensnares
The veins poppin', tattoo your corium
And fear shaded yer countenance to match with niobium
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