A sacred hand towards the poor,
A golden heart for the invalids,
A heavenly smile for the refugees….
O Mother,
Who other can be all these?
Your touch on my shoulders
And on my face,
In which heaven
I found myself – my heart-
With the pleasure it filled,
My tiredness swept away and
My anger turned to gratitude….
To whom?
To my mother, father or God…
I don’t know…I don’t know….
With you I am now
And I only know that
The scintillating touch
Still on my shoulders!
Silssa. (1983 - 99)
(Mother Teresa blessed my sister Silssa during her school days in Cochin and she remembers that experience through this poem)
an heart touching poem....... and I am delighted to read the poem with grief stricken face....... to understand you sister is no more.....
a passionate soul, leads the highway of eternity.....my dear Silssa....you made my heart great.... you're be the angel for everybody...thank you my friend.... God bless
beautiful poem....a sort of blessing from Mother Teresa..a touching verses...
Expressed deeply her feelings Towards the blessings of the Mother Poem itself has its own rhyme and rhythm Apart from the quality placement of the words
a poem straight from young Silssa's heart...touching piece, Premji...thanks...10
This is a very beautiful poem, heartfelt. I believe that this experience was very important to your sister, it can be felt reading through these wonderful lines! Take care, Martine
Blessed was silssa to be blessed by the Saint of modern times herself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely and deeply expressed poem about once memorable moments.