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One of the excellent person & human being
your poems give me different colours of life.
Its very apt that Mahatma Gandhiji called her the nightingale of India.
O little mouse, why dost thou cry While merry stars laugh in the sky? Alas! alas! my lord is dead! Ah, who will ease my bitter pain? He went to seek a millet-grain In the rich farmer's granary shed; They caught him in a baited snare,