THE TWO ROUTES.

In every single life, there is always a stage when
you need to choose between two main routes.

One leads to fame, one leads to life sub-lime,
One road leads to wordly wealth
And the other to heart, so pure and sacred
where sits the lord with all his might.

One such selfless person lives
And leads our life to the glorious path,
so patient she is and noble soul,
Who not only teaches, but educates all.

Between "ME" and "WE"
she always has chosen the "WE"
her heart pours out for the weak and backwards all.

For fifty long years she has mothered
The small and innocent tiny tots.

She has surely affected eternity
she does not try to beat back the current,
Does not get drowned in the gushing water of the society,
Speaks with the speech of the world, and thinks with the thought of the few,
It is not enough to do good,
One must do it right way,
And she has surely done it the right way.
Like every ones, life for her was too a struggle,
But unlike everyones, it was not warfare.