Last Garden Stroll Poem by Ima Ryma

In her garden she took a stroll,
A brief relief from duties bound.
Hard decisions did take a toll.
Her enemies were all around.
But in her garden she could be
Secure in body, soul and mind,
And from her burdens could be free,
A precious piece of peace to find.
Her bodyguards she did walk by.
She did not suspect her dire fate.
India's daughter was to die,
Indira Ghandhi, head of state.

Her bodyguards in revenge willed,
Indira Ghandhi shot and killed.