Martha, the Matron
For Martha a girl of thirteen
Dreams were not umpteen
She saw a nurse walk briskly
“Wish I were her’ she thought frankly
Having set this goal in mind
To run the race, ways she did find
While other children of her age
In various forms of fun did engage
During vacation, picking cow dung
Caring cattle, with work never hung
She gathered money in a mud pot
And hid it where none could spot
She visualized her goal
Even while pushing the coal
Besides running errands for her father
She also tutored her younger brother
Undaunted she tackled every hurdle
Girdling temptations, upon it did paddle
On the day she became a nurse
Joy swelled like a bulging purse
Insignificant dream it may seem
But her service made souls gleam
Physically absent, Martha - the Matron
Spiritually, is now my heavenly patron
Her words like a lifeboat would sail
Particularly, whenever my drives fail
Believe me! It’s with a purpose
Creator keeps a human spirit in us.
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