The Cachot became a center <br />For the people to gather <br />And talk on the last event <br />What really it meant? ” <br /> <br />Some said, “All these days, <br />We followed her ways, <br />But now she fooled us. <br />Why should she do this? ” <br /> <br />“Louise, have courage. <br />This is the first stage. <br />Mad she has become. <br />Take her to an asylum.” <br /> <br />Francois then told them <br />“Don’t crowd this room. <br />For God’s sake, go home. <br />To solve, it’s our problem.” <br /> <br />He thought, “My daughter <br />Even for fun, told a lie never. <br />Surely, she must have seen <br />The Lady in that cavern.” <br /> <br />Bernadette, on her part, <br />Always remained quiet. <br />She never bothered <br />For what others said. <br /> <br />Her experience was so real. <br />That in no way, to those people, <br />She was bound to explain <br />Or convince them again. <br /> <br />A former stonemason, <br />Bouriette lost his vision <br />In his right eye partially, <br />Thus affecting him materially. <br /> <br />Something struck his mind, <br />From that spring to find <br />Some moist earth to apply <br />O’er his defective right eye. <br /> <br />From there, he got the mud. <br />The same when he applied, <br />Water from the mud dripped <br />And his sight got restored. <br /> <br />He rushed to the doctor, <br />And reported this matter, <br />Stating it was a miracle. <br />The doctor ignored it as a ridicule.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a18-it-was-a-miracle/
