A Tribute to Amma

Her cherished land,
She waves her hand,
Just one last time,
Her victory stand.

The highs and lows,
Of friends and foes;
With steel and grit,
Her life she chose.

The shadows grow,
While tears flow,
With heavy heart,
Her people bow.

The music plays;
The rightful praise;
The journey ends,
In winding ways.

With head held high,
She bids goodbye;
A star so bright,
Beckons the sky.