It's the last Gene
Love is no more
She stepped down
Through the narrow streets
Now there is a blank
Who inherit it?
Nothing equal
Mother of love
Children are here
Taste extremely
Do get relief when we embrace your children
They, words sweat
By the depth of word's passion
Survived by words!
Sure
Countless doors open
Spreading love
Pure love!
*our dear writer kamala surayya who died in Pune on Sunday (31.05.2009). she was 75.
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