Her Tender Touch would cure all Pain,
Her Godly smile was like drop of Rain.
Robed in a white saree bordered blue,
She looked heavenly True.
A leper in the street was cared by None,
Mother came in his life like bright sun.
If it was not foe her care,
Thousands would have lived in despair.
‘City of Joy’ felt her presence,
She changed poor people’s life’s essence.
To bring Joy to the neglected in the City,
She worked day and night till she was eighty.
And when she bade the World Goodbye,
Hearts and Eyes filled with tears, looking towards the Sky.
Shall we call her Saint, or Mother,
I think Mother, which is more intimate, is Sweeter.
--by P2
(about Mother Teresa)
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poet babu....identify yourself
poet is p2, aka Pradeepta pradhan, ece 2k3.
THiNK...
when mother teresa was awarded the nobel peace prize she said.."y shud v be given an award for somethin which is supposed to be our duty.."
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