It was in Albania where the spark was lit,
The year,1910 - yes, I think that was it.
At the birth of a baby girl, a glow embarked,
A flick of a candle was caused by spark.
As the years went by, the spark glowed bright,
Into India, Mother Theresa carried a light,
She shun on the sick, outcasts and poor,
There were many a traveller that came to her door.
She campaigned for the life of the unborn child,
Offered hope to the hopeless and made life worthwhile,
Throughout the streets of Calcutta, her name was renowned,
She was the queen of Bengal, but love was her crown.
Autumn; the glow went dim, it flicked, went and was gone,
But all that she stood for will extend and go on,
Mother Theresa passed away to a far better places,
Because of her work, she enriched the whole human race.
mai venn
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