Mother Teresa

She was born as a normal child
But lived as a gifted light
A light lighted on a mountain hill
To light the hopes in everyone who sleeked her

She was bon in the hearts of all
but she lived among the poorest of all
As  an arm of a mother, she was of loved and care


To comfort and encourage the homeless , orphans and denied ones
In  the all the corners of the world


She one who no one could describe
But , her deeds spelled it out
As water gushing out of a spring
She was a child of god our king


She was compassion love to all
but , her heart opened to those who could not find love at all

As a overflowing vessel of  wine
she was a companion friend
to those who were not at all fine
       
She was dressed in a white , blue doddered sari
but, within she was dressed as an angel  from heaven


As a shower of rain from above
She was job sent by the God our Master
To those who needed all the more .

The Moments of Kurianoor House

The house of bricks and cement
the house of that I cherish

the house of table and things
the house that I was accepted

The house of mulberries and cash nuts
the house I looked up on!

But , Alas ! the house is no more
the same any more

but in my heart of hearts I surly desire
the joy I once hand
Shall come to me

So I lay waiting , to come to me
Yes , to come to me again ,
till I return to the dust I  come

Will it be soon
or will it take its time
to come to me
Yes to come to be again