A long ago I had the chance of coming across
The book by Anna Sujatha Mathai,
I remember
When there was none to say about
And even after when she is not,
I find it not so many obituaries,
But as a poetess not less than anyone
And this is our casual reading and professing of constructive criticism,
What more to comment in this regard?
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