I constantly muse over the doings of that gracious lady who made a name the world over...
I still cannot part with the tune ..the vision of her tragic death haunts me ever.
Her image as a prime minister beamed and glowed ...
she was a budding damsel.
Through out her life she was flustered with the ardor of her father's treasure of heart.
She was also as cool as a mythological stone.
She was calculating and deliberate, yet not bereft of frankness and affection.
She was like a stainless steel, flexible enough to suit a design.
