“The death, I’ve seen, <br />Besides horrors of famine, <br />But I had never been, <br />Earlier, to a war scene.” <br /> <br />“What do they really feel, <br />When they mercilessly kill <br />These children of God; <br />This I don’t understand.” <br /> <br />Thus spoke the Mother, <br />Amidst the scene of war, <br />In 1982, when Palestinians <br />Were fighting with Israelis. <br /> <br />It became Mother’s concern <br />To rescue 37 retarded children <br />Trapped there in between <br />The roaring sounds of guns. <br /> <br />On her appeal a ceasefire, <br />To honor the words of her, <br />Was brought in temporarily <br />Till she took them out safely. <br /> <br />The reason not knowing why, <br />The poor children began to cry. <br />She hugged them all, one by one, <br />More as a Mother, than a nun! <br /> <br />It gave the world no surprise <br />If the great Nobel Peace Prize <br />Of 1979 was awarded to Mother <br />For all the noble services of her. <br /> <br />Her mercy that was endless, <br />True, knew no boundaries. <br />Her zeal to serve the poor, <br />And the needy abated never. <br /> <br />Unmindful of her failing health, <br />She travelled on this earth, <br />Far and wide, nook and corner, <br />Non-stop, to serve the poor. <br /> <br />The Ethiopian hungry people, <br />The radiation victims of Chernobyl, <br />The Armenian earth quake victims, <br />All had her merciful blessings. <br /> <br />She gave them food and shelter, <br />At their much needed hour, <br />In those dangerous places, <br />None ventured to do services. <br /> <br />No doubt, she was the spouse <br />Of the holy son of God, Jesus, <br />Who commanded her to serve <br />Those poor who did deserve.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-teresa-11-in-the-midst-of-war/
