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
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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
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