Mother Teresa

A flower from Albania, Had made its home in India, And blossomed into beauteous form, Despite the world’s, many a storm. It grew in wisdom, divinity, Perfuming Kolkata city; And served the poor, both young and old, Mitigating sufferings untold. She went into the town’s small streets, And covered invalids with sheets; She brought back smiles to faces sad, And made the orphaned hearts so glad. A single soul, rescued more souls, By playing caring, saving roles; She lit the dark alleys of town, And grew the seeds of love thus sown. The flower left its many seeds, To grow up tall, amidst some weeds; Each plant stays blessed by Almighty, -A boon for poor in a city. HER LIFE WAS JUST EXEMPLARY, BOUND TO THE HOLY ROSARY; SHE SACRIFICED HER LIFE FOR CHRIST; SHE FOUND TRUE JOY IN MAKER FIRST. Dedicated fondly to the Saint On her 100th Birth Anniversary Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-08-2010