Her eyes concerned,
Her smile soothing,
Her touch caring,
Her heart kind
Her presence comforting;
Her ambition service,
Her speech, love
Her prayer, peace
Her scripture simplicity and tranquility.
Her hymn shelter, holiness and purity.
Her meditation humility, gaiety and generosity.

Her fruit of silence was prayer,
Her fruit of prayer was faith,
Her fruit of faith was love,
Her fruit of love was service
Her fruit of service was peace.

Countless mothers are there in this world,
But who like her shines like gold?
She was an angel to humanity, a blessing and a boon.
Words are too less to describe a human like her
She was to the poor, sick. downtrodden,
Orphans and destitute a saviour.
Her name will be written in God's book with gold,
Her immortal, spotless soul shall never be old.

 © Gargi Saha

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