MOTHER TERESA

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Please don’t throw filth at the sun,

It will fall back on you,

The women in a white sari

With a blue border.

Worked for her Lord,

Yet she worked for all,

Who can touch the leper?

Who can take out worms?

Such people are blessings,

Right from the Lord,

If a temple could give her a place to work,

Who are you to call her words?

If they called her master, Beelzebub,

What if they call her words?

A servant cannot be greater than the master,

So let them call her words.

Fanatics do not divide us,

We have lived in our country with love,

For the sake of your seats,

Please do not divide our love.

My country, my homeland,

Is a land of peace?

Don’t divide it into parts,

Don’t turn it in pieces alas,

Please don’t rent it apart,

To you, it would be politics,

To me, it is my heart.

Note: The poem is a reaction to a hand full of people who want to divide our country on communal lines, for political gains