Like the small flowers of green thick hills
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Br/>With fragrance, did her words;
Bloom
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Br/>Wild yet passionate in love, are the tri
Bal''s
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Br/>So was hers, for them and theirs
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Br/>Sad was her heart, at the jungle''s ruin
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Br/>Starved was her pen, of any words
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Br/>To the children, she lent a voice, therein
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Br/>To save the jungle, her poetry and
Birds
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Br/>While planting seeds, with hope they croon
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Br/>Cast your magic, of life, dearest monsoon
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Br/>As the clouds poured, and lent some life
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Br/>To life, the jungle sprang, and they all sang
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Br/>Like the mother herself, she nursed and cared
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Br/>Days later, the deers came smiling
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Br/>For lifetimes, shall the tri
Bals sing, her praise
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Br/>Her story of life, her pen; still flowing.