Unknown land
she hails from
cognizant of pain
of morbid souls
At the age of twelve
she empathized
the famished, the ill
the diseased, the homeless
India, my motherland
turned to be her destiny
A nation full of homeless
poor to death
She grew to be a mother
no orphan, her dream
she hugged the ill, the poor
she fed the famished with love
she lived her life
serving the needy
beauty in giving
she found herself
Mother Teresa
a woman of love
a mother of hop
e a life destined to charity
An ovation to Mother
from the Land of Dreams
for keeping alive hope to live
if not for self, for others
she hails from
cognizant of pain
of morbid souls
At the age of twelve
she empathized
the famished, the ill
the diseased, the homeless
India, my motherland
turned to be her destiny
A nation full of homeless
poor to death
She grew to be a mother
no orphan, her dream
she hugged the ill, the poor
she fed the famished with love
she lived her life
serving the needy
beauty in giving
she found herself
Mother Teresa
a woman of love
a mother of hop
e a life destined to charity
An ovation to Mother
from the Land of Dreams
for keeping alive hope to live
if not for self, for others
Written for May A-Z Challenge..!!!
4 comments:
Lovely poem my dear as always,
Keep it up.
Take care.
Yvonne,
Excellent Beautiful Lovely Poem Dear :) :) Thanks A Lot For Sharing This Fabulous Poem :) :)
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Thanks dear!
Yamini,
Good one! Keep it up.
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