A young nun started from
Checkosloviaka, in a ship,
To India, landing in Calcutta,
To serve humanity, one and all,
Stayed in the nunnery
For a few years, to step out alone,
To help the destitutes
On the big streets, all alone
And in forsaken groups,
Making other women join
In her endeavours,
To run an institution
Worldwide, to make her
Soft speeches and healing
Touches which the ailing
Turning mighty day after day,
Like the touch of
The mother devine, they could see
And feel in comfort confines
Of the veil of emotions,
Of the great mother
Of all times and her offsprings,
Mother Theresa becomes
The greatest mother angel,
Without any offsprings
Of her own but the outcasts.
RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-theresa-the-great-mother/
