Mother Teresa

SHE searched the streets of Calcutta

for the homeless, sick and uncared,

for ..... a frail, tiny women whose heart held

a vast and endless outpouring

of compassion and love,

Those whom society spurned with revulsion and contempt,

She embraced with warmth and love

Millions have walked the road and slums

that she walked and crossed,

Millions continued to do so — but,

none stopped ... as she stopped,

to lend a helping hand,

to comfort the suffering,

to give solace to the dying.

"I see God in every human being" — is what she said.

This sums up the difference between us,

mere mortals and her —

The apostle of love

the saint of love.

Her death was nothing but

a continuation of her life,

the completion of her life,

the surrendering of her body,

But her heart and soul will live forever,

For, her death was nothing but going to heavenly abode,

To meet Almighty God,

To feel his magic in heaven.

— Mitali Bansal

Piece of heaven

A warm peaceful down hung over the earth.

Yet the stars still glittered at the edge of the sky.

The golden glow embraced the morning clouds.

The silvery moon melted into oblivion, waving goodbye.

As I walked through the sleepy woods,

my footsteps echoed in the morning stillness.

A kindly breeze rustled the leaves,

The air resonated with an unknown happiness.

Wildflowers swayed resplendently.

Yellow pollen showered down from the blushing blossoms.

A delicate fragrance wafted over the wood.

The marvellous sight was awesome.

I gave a loud peal of laughter,

as a cuckoo came swooping with a start.

The wood was bright and merry.

Its boundless joy began to sing in my heart.

The happiness was brimming over.

Oh! too much to gather in one’s hand.

A source of eternal beauty and joy,

Piece of heaven on this earthly land.

— Mili Bhardwaj