chandana Sengupta

Eons have flown past,
Races flourished and  civilizations have turned to dust
Messengers of God have come and gone
Leaving behind the message of compassion and love
 
Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed opened the doors
of the peace and tolerance we morals need to become pure
But alas we humans lack the ken,
to see the rewards of the brotherhood of men.
 
And when the dark threatened to envelop,
You brought love and hope
You teachings were sublime, your message a mere hint,
Serve and care, for the present rather than worry about what still isn't.
 
You brought with you the ambrosia of humanity,
making people drunk on the wine of service and pity
You were a beacon whose light brought the drifted home,
whose touch brought out love and pity from a stone.
 
The oppressed, the deprived and the forgotten
were blessed with your compassionate touch
The enervated, the frail and the wingless,
Found strength and security in your heart.
 
The rich, the poor, the lepers and the outcasts,
all have been enriched by the strength of your love
Your eyes never saw any  differences,
religion, casts, nor creed never put a veil on your senses.
 
In this battle stricken and war torn world
you took it upon yourself to wipe every-ones tears
You were proof of the existence of God,
who had sent you to comfort us and to soothe our fears.
 
O mother, O mother grant us the strength and the wisdom,
that we may have the fortitude and dedication
To keep serving and loving the week,
And that we may never lose track of our mission.