Anna P John
H&R Block
A Simple Trail..
The light of dawn seeped into
And there I caught my eye to the masthead of a book,
the soul characterized was portrayed on its jacket.
She looked wrinkled, lil bended,
her eyes speaks.
Each leaf revealed what she was
an Albanian, who chose the slums of Calcutta.
She meant adversity as an opportunity
adopt destitute as her tribe,
aid the fallen, healed messed minds.
Her hymn echoes, truly endless..
the gracious, edified the humanity as race,
love as religion and gesture as prayers.
This reasons, why creations bear her name in mind
and this reason, why creation narrate her as mother.