Pauper Goddess

I ran the race
Was true and fair
Detractors gathered round
No unkind word nor selfish err
In wake of mine was found

Self-deprecation closed the gap
We galloped side by side
I sought and found my steadfast solace
In soup kitchens and shanty towns
Where lives the pauper goddess

Her white sari
And downward glance
Belied her fervent passion
To imitate and finish last
And seal love through devotion


Mother Teresa

She renders simple words, simple thoughts, simple deeds
Exaggerates the ordinary
In arguments concedes

She smiles at irritation
Embraces humiliation
Disregard is her salvation

An ingenuous demeanor
Belies a truth untold
Austerity unchecked is the greatest dreamer