No one wanted to let go of her,
she herself did not move from the hearts of people
but the greatness of time and life succumbs
in just one minute to a foe called death.
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Great poem and a wonderful tribute, Bernedita. Your name is totally Portuguese. Do you speak Portuguese, by any chance?
Thanks for appreciating the poem. Read my other poem - Jayalalitha's Last Journey. She was an amazing woman - so full of kindness to others. Today is a sad day for India. We lost a gem of a person who cared for others welfare and joy. In understanding others, we understand ourselves. But it is important that a poor person accepts the help and charity with a loving and humble heart. This is the greatness of reality that all poor people can never be rich but all rich people are not charitable. She was generous and the people accepted and reciprocated her kindness with respect and love. (Yes, I do speak fluent Portuguese. My ancestors were Portuguese)
Fantastic narration, thanks for the invitation, spontenity speaks the depth of her legacy. thanks poet