I know not what is an era,
But I know her.
I know to honor her,
The flag lowered.
I know the atmosphere
Turns eerie and
Bus services suspended.
I have not seen her,
But she is there
And people are calling
Her Amma, Amma.
What is she?
Where is she?
Who is she?
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