A Burning Soul Poem by Suchi Banerjee

Burning heart, a burning soul, a body full of pain.
Ashamed ashamed ashamed was I
Abandoned in the rain.

Beaten, bashed and bundled out,
I had no place to go,
Abandoned abandoned, complete abandon,
The Lord had let me go.

My body was leaving fast,
Fast, it was leaving fast,
Like the devil was here to plunder,
Painful plunder, this was here to last.

Worn and rejected, I lay on a street,
Counting days and hours and eternity;
Death, take me, come take me, please take me to your home,
I'm going, going, I'm almost there, but this is not death's home.

There's a lady in blue and white,
She tells me everything's alright,
She tells me it's a beautiful day,
She isn't human, but a fey.    

Care, what is that? What is caring? What is giving?
There's dirt, there's muck, there's only dirty living.
She says there's hope, there's life,
She says there are miracles.

But survival is the only game,
For people without a name,
For people who exist but don't exist,
For those with names on no worthy list,

Hence the miracle, the mother's miracle,
Teresa they call her, she's a miracle.
They say God talks to her,
She says He talks to all, it is no miracle.

Never to be irked, by the slums' fouled murk,
She always had so much to give.
To me she gave the power to cope
She gave me a reason to live.

Human, but so much more
The Mother, a miracle,
She opened heaven's door.