Mother Teresa

This morning the calling bell rang just at Five, I thought it was the paper vendor Sun was yet to spread its golden impact His time was at six, who was the caller A soft violin tune of sweet ghazal Sweetened the small space I was seated in From my room the clouds looked like cathedral The air outside seemed scented and serene Opening the door I was mesmerized Cross on her shoulder and rosary bead Clad in blue bordered sari looking bright Feet in sandals, arm carrying a kid With fond gaze and fervour her eyes agleam She was mother Teresa in my dream _______________________________________________ 02/9/16 Note: Ghazal is a lyric poem in Indian literature Sari is South Asian garment for women comprising a length of cotton or silk draped around the body