###mother Teresa (06) Saint Of The Gutters Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

When a good seed is sown well,
It starts cutting the soil,
Pushing down deep its roots,
And sprouting up its shoots.

The seed of love from her heart
Grew deep well in the hearts
Of the poor men and women,
As well as their children.

Her simple sari, loveable face,
Healing touch, ocean of kindness,
Did attract people wherever she went
Like a powerful permanent magnet.

Each day opened with her prayer
To Jesus, her guide and master,
And with a rosary in her hand,
She searched for the unwanted.

Her students also joined her.
In the search, they followed her.
Thus the movement picked up.
Like a giant tree, it grew up.

Once when she was searching
She saw a woman dying
As an uncared for soul,
Just in front of a hospital.

With love and affection,
She picked up the woman,
And gave her the best attention,
What this poor needed then.

With the help of her pupils,
She picked up decaying souls,
Eaten by insects and worms,
And took care of them.

She kept them neatly washed,
And sent them well dressed,
Before their final departure
From this world, with due honour.

People called the mother,
As a “Saint of Gutters, ”
For her noble work in the slums
Like an Angel meant for them.

Her work spread far and wide.
His Holiness, Pope Paul VI granted
The “Decree of Praise, ” then
To this noble congregation.

It became a worldwide movement
With a branch in every continent,
Including the communist countries,
By the will and mercy of Jesus.