Poems ✍️

As a gift of the Heaven,
A great Saint is born.
Many had come and gone,
As God’s messenger chosen.

Thus the unseen Lord is seen
Thru’ the kindness of one,
Be that may, a man or woman,
Who serves the downtrodden.

The successive world wars,
The unwanted man-made crisis,
The wide spread deadly diseases,
Totally affected the poor masses.

God saw this horrible plight.
He couldn’t take this light.
The time was ripe He found,
And sent one down, duty-bound.

Mother Teresa, the Holy Spirit,
A divine Soul was born to inherit,
This world of uncared for masses,
Who were thrown out helpless.

On the 26th August, nineteen-ten,
To Albanian parents she was born,
As daughter of a catholic minority,
In Turkey with a Muslim majority.

The new-born girl, Gonxha Agnes,
The last one among three daughters,
Was brought up more religiously,
In the orthodox Catholic family.

In November nineteen-sixteen,
She had her first Holy Communion,
That sowed the seed of love in her
For the poorest among the poor.

Her father, a big businessman,
The owner of a building concern,
Toured always many countries,
Besides his political activities.

Her life went on smoothly,
As they lived comfortably,
With her father’s good income
In his own construction firm.

But alas, she lost her father
Who left behind her mother,
To take care of the children
When she was hardly seven.

Her mother worked hard
To meet both painful ends
By stitching wedding dresses
And doing embroidery works.

Every day, they never failed,
But they visited and prayed
In the church, the Holy Virgin,
For Her mercy and protection.

They took pity on the poor,
Who knocked at the door,
And gave them, every one,
The best of their attention.