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No one has reached door to door
To the needy, down trodden and poor
With only noble cause in mind
Where else such pious and religious figure to find
 
Whether femine, draught or natural calamity
She was always guided by spiritual power of almighty
She was ordinary, down to earth but figure of nobility
The poor always blessed her to add feather in her ability 

Only one soul could perform the remarkable feat
She was helped by all and could easily capture the heart
beats
She greeted with open hands all irrespective of cast or
creed
She never asked for anything or had any inkling or greed

We call her mother for devotional duty
She had beautiful divine smile with internal beauty
Sheltered orphans, destitute and homeless
The happiness could easily be seen on their face
 
It was rare opportunity for her in the services of mankind
She was fully alive to the plight and agony without being
blind
She had all the means to remain comfortable and at ease
She preferred to devote whole time with frequency increase

She had only one mission and duty to perform
Stay among them and remain better informed
How easily she could pick the sentiments of helpless
persons?
She realized it as life’s mission for fulfillment with
various reasons

The world too has opened the doors for all aid
They have poured it without word being said
Charity is such mission where no one may prefer to stay
It is humanitarian effort and no one would wan t to go away
Posted: 2011-01-31 10:56:38 UTC

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