Dr John Celes Poems

Sweet mother,
We remember
Our stay together,
With dear father!
...

Awards, rewards cannot suffice,
A doctor's life's mere sacrifice;
A unique, prolonged enterprise,
For which he's praised or pays the price!
...

The tomb is empty
The stone’s rolled aside
His clothes are one side
Christ’s body isn’t inside
...

A baby girl grown up has many roles;
The mother’s part she does, becomes her best;
Nevertheless, she passes in this test;
And leaves the world with many happy souls!
...

To the slaughter-house! To the slaughter-house!
Here we cows all go;
We gave men milk and butter, ghee;
They want our beef now;
...

The soul we bring when we are born,
Given by God to every man,
Is full of grace and not sin-torn,
And must be so, for one’s life-span!
...

And now and then, I taste the foods I shouldn't;
So stupidly in utter disregard;
The things I loved to eat, some now I couldn't;
My allergy too has made me a Bard.
...

Flowers and foods specially, they offer
In silver utensils- makes one wonder!
A ritual thus, does God expect at all?
When He needs nothing earthly for His hall.
...

One word of yours and I’m assured;
One nod of head and things would move;
One stare of yours: I’m back to senses;
One yell and would I dare speak the same?
...

8th September – your birthday,
O Queen of heaven, all say;
The grace that filled your heart, aye,
Gave us and world, a mighty day.
...