M.S.Subbulakshmi, The Singer Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
M.S.Subbulakshmi, The Singer
She was born as a koel,
Brought up among nightingales;
She excelled all nightingales,
And died as if a nightingale,
With no koel there to mourn.
I wish I would die among my folks.
Verily, a lovely tribute to the singer, M. S. Shubalakshmi, Loved reading it......10 I invite you to read my poems
She has become an immortal nightingale and so there is none to mourn ever!
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5/4/2024 6:31:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
She is immortal in the Indian psyche.. In south india where the dawn starts with bajans sung by her especially the Venketasha Suprabhatam, every house and street in rural India echoing her songs...