A sacred hand towards the poor,
A golden heart for the invalids,
A heavenly smile for the refugees….
O Mother,
Who other can be all these?
Your touch on my shoulders
And on my face,
In which heaven
I found myself – my heart-
With the pleasure it filled,
My tiredness swept away and
My anger turned to gratitude….
To whom?
To my mother, father or God…
I don’t know…I don’t know….
With you I am now
And I only know that
The scintillating touch
Still on my shoulders!
Silssa. (1983 - 99)
(Mother Teresa blessed my sister Silssa during her school days in Cochin and she remembers that experience through this poem)
premji premji
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