salute of womenhood

In shadows deep, where whispers hide, C.B. Muthamma's voice, a gentle tide. Her words, a dance of grace and light, Illuminate the darkest night.

With pen in hand, she paints the sky, Each verse a star, a lullaby. Through valleys low and mountains high, Her poetry soars, it never dies.

In every line, a story weaved, Of love, of loss, of dreams believed. With wisdom vast and soul laid bare, She captivates, she takes us there.

So let us wander, hand in hand, Through fields of verse, through shifting sand. For in her words, we find our truth, C.B. Muthamma, eternal youth.