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St.MOTHER TERESA

She’s born in Skopje, in Yugoslavia;
And came to Kolkata to be a nun;
She chose to serve Jesus, through her brethren;
Most admirably, the world, she could stun!
She chose the poorest folks, the world did shun;
The diseased, dying, orphaned, downtrodden;
And turned her life to a phenomenon;
All life, she’s busy, always on the run;
Like a goods-train, pulling a wearied ton;
There was no turning back; Life was no fun!
And rose to be the ‘world famous woman’;
Her heart was full of love, her main weapon;
That caused the hearts of millions, so stubborn;
To turn towards God, in life, once again;
To feel loved, cared for and their souls reborn;
To realize the truth why one is born;
To feel the world is not yet so forlorn;
To live in dignity, see one more dawn;
To sleep soundly, well-fed, until the morn;
To heal their minds and body-parts, some torn;
To die peacefully and Heaven adorn.

most affectionately dedicated to Saint Mother Teresa
by Dr. John Celes, Indian Doctor Poet Valentine
on6-27-2003
1633, Trichy Road, Near Red-Fields P.O., COIMBATORE., T.N. INDIA

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St. Mother Teresa (2)

How could the world ignore the poor in streets?
How could the world neglect the souls sans sheets?
How could the world revel in happy meets?
How could the world deny the suffering, sweets?

How could one live in affluence when most,
In poverty and misery, lives spent?
How could one live in skyscrapers and rent,
The shelterless and starved souls, the pavement?

How could one serve the Creator unseen,
By being stingy, cruel, selfish and mean?
How could one walk unmindful of the scene,
When neighbors looked famished, ravished and lean?

How can you hate your neighbor and love God?
How can you sin and yet escape God’s rod?
The world is not as good as it was made;
The good we do nevertheless can’t fade.

In deep waters, no one can ever wade;
To love your neighbor as yourself, God bade;
Mother Teresa listened to God’s call;
Maybe, life was to her like bitter gall!
But, Jesus would lift her when she did fall.

The dying souls needed at least a pall!
She hadn’t the money to buy from a stall;
Her ambition to serve the poor was tall!
The future looked gloomy and like a wall!

She prayed to God to give her all the grace;
She wore a smile and showed a pleasant face;
While Kolkata served as her Indian base.
She had the world at large, all in her gaze!

And she would come out of this virtual maze;
And she would turn on to a running pace!
She saw through all the mist and fog and haze.
God helped her to finish in style, her race!

Her message read, “Love God through fellowmen.”
The world can be better if not Heaven!
The world could be made for all more even
By her Missionaries of Charity’s-haven!

Dedicated to Mother Teresa and her Missionaries of Charity
by dr john celes, COIMBATORE, T.N., India

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Sonnet: ‘Happy Birthday’ (08-08-08) , My Dear Sister Rosabelle!

You’re born today, my eldest sister, Rose!
–The first-born of our family of ten;
To be a lovely girl indeed, God chose,
And walk the road on earth to grace Heaven!

A rose is beautiful immensely, yes,
Amongst most earthly flowers, one can see!
Of varying hues appealing, wears a dress,
And spreads its fragrance unto world afree.

A human form of rose is what you are!
–With soul to keep holy and full of grace;
–Our parents’ cup of joy and living star!
They loved their rose-child with their hearts always!

So, ‘Happy Birthday, sister Rosabelle!
Our love for you, well, only God can tell!

Fondly dedicated on behalf of parents and all siblings

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Saint Jeanne Jugan (Foundress of ‘Little Sisters of the Poor’)

When four, she lost her father while at sea!
Her mother worked hard, raising family!
She grew in France amidst Revolution;
Her love of God was her life’s solution.

She cared for sick and poor elderly souls,
By assuming the humblest of earth’s roles!
Young Jeanne Jugan grew up a shepherdess;
Her love for Jesus made her a Foundress!

With heart aflame with fire of love for God,
She sacrificed her life for Jesus Lord!
Through exemplary life, she showed the world
That love of God was worth more than all gold.

The elderly poor needed love and care;
So, young Jeanne chose the road traveled quite rare.
Her charity became a noble cause;
She worked for poor without making a pause.

It was a time when violence was rife,
And begging was common by those in strife;
She followed Christ, carrying her cross of life,
And served the poor and downtrodden all life.

Her name was ‘Sister Mary of the cross! ’
All life, Christ Jesus Lord was her one boss!
‘Come to my aid, O God, ’ she prayed and cried
all life in humility, till she died!

A Saint for elderly and every age,
She wrote her life upon a golden page;
She saw the Lord in every poor man’s face,
And served God through her love of human race!

‘God wanted her all for Himself, ’ she said,
‘And kept her for a work yet unfounded! ’
On October eleven, two thousand nine,
The Blessed Jeanne Jugan became a Saint!

Dedicated fondly in memory of the Sister Saint.

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Valentine’s Day 2009

The love one bears in heart and mind
Must on this day, an outlet find,
And reach the concerned person(s) well
Through cards, messages that you tell!

The day ear-marked to express love
Or make peace with one, like a dove,
Has come from Almighty above;
Let’s spare no efforts, this to prove.

In modern world, love is a dearth;
The new-born child needs love from birth;
By sharing love, we increase mirth,
And earthly life turns living-worth!

Share love with one and all around;
To deny love, there mustn’t be ground;
Search for ones loveless like a hound;
And let all see the love(ly) mound!

This is one day to love express;
This is the day to reduce stress;
This is the day to one impress,
And share the love that’s in excess!

Love is the key that opens hearts;
Love is a weapon like a dart;
Love is not sold in any mart;
Love sways the world of hearts from start!

Love is a magic all may use;
Love’s a potion better than booze;
Love is a balm you can’t misuse;
Love if true, one cannot abuse!

‘Happy Valentine’s Day 2009 to all! ’

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Don’t Take My Life, My Dear Mother!

Don’t take my life,
My dear mother!
For heaven’s sake,
Please let me live!

Don’t take my life;
Give me a chance;
I’ve life like you;
I want to live.

Don’t take my life;
God’s love made me;
God talks to me,
And calls my name!

Don’t take my life;
The womb’s my home;
God feeds me well
And helps me grow.

Don’t take my life;
I yearn to live,
And see the world
That God has made.

Don’t take my life;
Do charity;
I’ll repay back
Your act of love.

Don’t take my life,
I want some love
From my parents;
So, spare me please!

Don’t take my life;
Do spare my frame;
The clay is baked;
It’s time for birth!

Don’t take my life
God has allowed;
I want to see
His lovely world.

Don’t take my life;
I’ll pay you well,
When I grow big,
And you turn old!

Don’t take my life,
My dear mother;
God will bless you
And too, father!

Don’t take my life,
Dear dad and mum;
Don’t turn the womb
Into my tomb!

Don’t take my life,
For God’s sake please;
My dear parents,
‘LET ME BE BORN! ’

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Little Flower of Jesus Christ - ‘St. Therese of Lisieux

O little Flower of Jesus Christ!
How young and yet so wise, you turned!
And showed the world that heaven's first;
For love of Christ, your heart well burned!

You had your way, when pampered young;
The clarion call of God, you heard;
Though suff'ring from TB of lung,
You changed a cloistered divine bird!

How sad you lost four sisters, mom!
Their demise hurt your heart profound;
But then, you did Jesus welcome,
And turned earth heavenly a ground!

In just short span of life on earth,
You proved ‘like children' all must live
In love of God, and right from birth;
In to will of heaven, we must give!

For sake of Christ, you lived your life;
And preached that love was one thing prime,
That helps us through, our joys and strife,
And live Christ-centred for life-time!

O saint and Doctor of the church!
Pray that all sinners well repent;
No soul for want of light must lurch,
But walk in heaven's road, God-lent!

Fondly dedicated to the poetess-nun, St.Therese of Lisieux! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-08-12

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Rotaract

The youth has power to do things well;
The youth has ideas quite swell;
The youth has energy to sell;
The youth has done so well, times tell.

Begin to think and do while young;
The world needs minds and hearts of gold;
Think of your unlucky neighbor;
Help him to live in a better way.

All good things needs to start from scratch;
All should not stay selfish on earth;
All must help shape the world around;
All must have selfless common ground!

All people aren't hale and hearty;
The world goes on by hierarchy;
Millions of brethren live in strife;
You must do charity in life!

The Rotaract affords this chance;
You can hard-work and sing and dance;
Don't look at downtrodden askance;
You must take up a better stance!

The world has umptine diseases;
Poverty afflicts myriad souls;
The problems people face are great;
Can you not make the world better?

The world at large in hunger lies;
Unsheltered masses sadly die;
Social evils afill the world;
Misery plagues people untold.

The youth must become good adults;
The environs must be better;
There's time for you and fellow-men;
Begin today and make the change!

Work for the common man's welfare;
Feel satisfied in life and act;
Think of the unfortunate ones;
Get God's reward for things you do!

‘Start a new Rotaract club and serve the needy souls! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-10-12

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Let love of Jesus Christ…

Let love of Jesus Christ
Goad you to spread the Word
Across the world to all
And gather souls for God.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to sacrifice
Your life to follow Him
On the road to heaven.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Make you carry your cross
And walk in the footsteps
Of Christ to Calvary.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Serve to encounter Him
In miraculous ways
Reinforcing your faith.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to realize
The aim of earthly life
Is keeping soul sinfree.

Let love of Jesus Christ
Help you to sing and pray
For conversion of souls
And that more may see God!

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Tamil New Year Day,2009

Today is ‘Tamil New Year Day’ –
A day of joy and happiness,
That fills the hearts of Tamilians,
Wherever they may be, they say!

Let Tamil foster friendship, love;
Let Tamil ignite hearts and minds;
Let Tamil bring new hope to all;
Let Tamil thrive and fill the world!

Let Tamil serve not to divide;
Let Tamil bond only unite;
Let Tamil grow in leaps and bounds;
Let Tamil live to make all live!

Let wars all cease and peace prevail;
Let love of brethren become prime;
Let Tamils live with dignity;
Let Tamil rule the world some day!

Fondly dedicated to Tamilians all over the world!

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Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity

Is India Still Secular?

A nun was gang-raped in public;
A priest was beaten black and blue!
Half-naked, both were paraded;
While police-men stood near-by mute!

They burnt houses of Christians!
They torched the churches and killed some;
They reconverted quite a few;
‘Christians have no place in own land! ’

This was how Kandhamal returned
the love and charity of both;
They suffered for the sake of Christ!
Shame on a nation with such crimes!

Religions have sense of values;
But fanatics don’t have any;
Are not the Christians Indians too;
Why blame them for a Hindu’s death?

‘A little pencil in God’s hand’, -
in words of Mother Teresa –
are missionary sisters who serve
serve the poorest poor for Christ’s sake!

They see Christ in the poor they meet;
Like pencils they serve till worn out;
In white sarees with blue-border,
Their Foundress was Mother Teresa;

They offer smiles to distressed souls;
They caress people abandoned;
They console hearts filled with chaos;
The unwanted are made happy.

But Jesus touches any heart!
He turned Saul to Apostle Paul!
God’s-calling, no one can refuse;
All souls surrender to His love.

The ways of God are strange and queer!
God chooses anyone He wants;
He will not neglect souls that pray;
God’s rod is weapon powerful-most!

The country where Teresa slogged,
And won the Noble Prize for Peace
Has sadly ignored her sisters,
Who suffer ignominy much.

No one knows what one will become!
Religion is a transient thing –
The outer garb for every soul,
That must be pure to Heaven reach.

Why crush the flowers meant for God?
No man can win against God’s power;
Why ruin lives who serve the Lord?
God’s curse and wrath awaits such souls!

A priest or nun has made a vow –
His body, mind belongs to God;
He lives his life just for God’s sake;
His soul will surely reach heaven.

To be a Christian is God’s will!
A Christian is proud to be one;
He’ll give his life for Jesus’ sake;
His love for God, no one can steal!

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Embryonic Homicide

Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!

Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.

All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!

The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!

Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?

The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!

No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!

Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!

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Sonnet: Eight Times the Shakespearean Sonnet Number

So sacred is my motherland India;
So sacred is my state called Tamilnad;
So sacred are its rivers, Himalaya;
An Indian citizen born, I’m so glad!

I’m proud to be my mother’s eighth male child;
I’m proud to be a man believing God;
I’m proud to be a Nature’s lover wild;
I’m proud to be an Indian Poet mod.

Thanks to my schooling, good education then;
Thanks to my good up-bringing by parents;
Thanks to my God for my talents and ken;
Thanks to my earthly-life and common sense.

Let me perform something that’s truly great!
’Tis God Almighty who can change one’s fate!

8-8-2001
Dedicated to all my NRI brethren world-o'er!
Be proud of your origin always!
Be patriotic!

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The Reason I Was Born

If the world would ever end
tomorrow in the morn,
I'd hold your hand and know
the reason I was born.

I was born to love you
with every beat of my heart.
And if the world just faded away
it could never tear us apart.

For we would travel far and beyond
from this world we know.
We'd take our love along with us
wherever it is we go..

If the stars in the sky all went out
and darkened in the night
the light of the love I feel for you
would create its own sweet light.

For you, my love, came into my life
and made me feel complete.
So if the world could be no more
it still could not defeat

my purpose for living and loving you.
It doesn't have that power.
For all things end and new things start
and in the world's darkest hour

I'd feel your love and you'd feel mine
and I'd know that on that morn
it could never fade into nothing
for it's the reason I was born.

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A Poetic Tribute to Shri. APJ Abdul Kalam

Aim for the moon, if not the Mars;
Aim for the stars but avoid wars;
Aim for frontiers, without a fence;
Aim for world-peace, co-existence.

Aim for children who have a dream;
Aim for good youth, with smiles to beam;
Aim for a stronger India;
Aim for a world that’s terror-free.

Aim for dialogues, not sanctions;
Aim for amity of nations;
Aim for a better world for man;
Aim for achievements in life-span!

Abdul Kalam, he had a dream;
And labored hard within a team;
He gave the country missiles great;
And made Bharat, a nuclear state!

He served his tenure usefully;
He left his office peacefully;
He lives a life most hopefully;
‘Just love your brethren sincerely! ’

Fondly and most respectfully dedicated to
Shri APJ Abdul Kalam,
Our beloved Ex-President of INDIA

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Sonnet: My Record in Sonnets

If born I were a Bard on Thames’ banks,
And read in Oxford/ Cambridge Grammar Schools,
I would have had chances to join the ranks,
Of the world’s greatest of poetic pools.

If I had rendered my poems at first
To people who loved my literary work,
Never in life, would I have seen the worst;
My travails overhead would not me lurk.

To be born in India is my ‘sad’ fate;
There aren’t prizes for Poetry at stake;
My sonnets are a record on this date,
And my solemn statement is not a fake.

But still, I love to be an Indian Poet!
My poems will surprise the world, I bet.

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Bible in Poetry: 1 John 5

All who believe Jesus is Christ,
Is born of Father and love Him,
And love His child as well, in truth;
We know we love children of God,
By love and obeying commands,
Which are not burdensome at all.

God-born, all overcome the world-
The victory of our faith and world;
He who believes Jesus as Christ,
God’s Son, has overcome the world.

He came by water and of blood;
He did not come by water just,
But by both and spirit proves that;
Because the spirit is the truth,
It testifies about Jesus, .
For, there are three that testify:
The Spirit, water and the blood;
And the three are in agreement.

We accept man’s testimony;
God’s testimony is greater,
For, it is about His own Son!
He has given eternal life;
And this life is in Jesus Christ,
His only begotten Son, Lord;
Whoever has the Son has life;
He who doesn’t, does not have the life!

Concluding Remarks:

I write these things to you who know,
And do believe in Son of God,
And know you have eternal life;
This is the confidence we have
When approaching God for something,
If according to His will, then,
It will be heard and granted too.

If you see your brother in sin,
That does not lead to death, then pray,
That God give him eternal life.
This is when sin doesn’t lead to death;
There is a sin that leads to death;
I don’t say he should pray for that;
All kinds of wrong-doings are sin.

One born of God will not sin on,
And so, he keeps himself quite safe;
The evil one cannot harm him;
We know we are children of God.

The evil one controls the world;
We know the Son of God has come,
And given us understanding,
So that, we know Him who is true.

We are in Him who is the truth,
And in His Son, Jesus Christ;
He’s true God, and eternal Life!
Keep away from idols, children.

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Mother Teresa

A flower from Albania,
Had made its home in India,
And blossomed into beauteous form,
Despite the world’s, many a storm.
It grew in wisdom, divinity,
Perfuming Kolkata city;
And served the poor, both young and old,
Mitigating sufferings untold.
She went into the town’s small streets,
And covered invalids with sheets;
She brought back smiles to faces sad,
And made the orphaned hearts so glad.
A single soul, rescued more souls,
By playing caring, saving roles;
She lit the dark alleys of town,
And grew the seeds of love thus sown.
The flower left its many seeds,
To grow up tall, amidst some weeds;
Each plant stays blessed by Almighty,
-A boon for poor in a city.
HER LIFE WAS JUST EXEMPLARY,
BOUND TO THE HOLY ROSARY;
SHE SACRIFICED HER LIFE FOR CHRIST;
SHE FOUND TRUE JOY IN MAKER FIRST.

Dedicated fondly to the Saint
On her 100th Birth Anniversary

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Saint Mother Teresa

Dedicated fondly to the Saint
On her 100th Birth Anniversary

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Christmas,2009

The love of Father God for man
Came down from heaven, once again,
To show He would do all He can
To save man’s soul in sinful lane!

He sent His only Son called Christ
To be born of a virgin’s womb
Of lady known to be so chaste,
A thing that sealed satan’s end / doom!

The second Eve thus crushed the head
Of satan who put man in sin,
And saved him from a hopeless world,
With capability to win.

The fruit of Virgin Mary’s womb
Was Jesus Christ, who bore the cross
To redeem living, those in tomb,
And showed that He was clearly boss.

Thus, God was born upon the earth
In poverty and humblest way,
To give all mankind, Heaven’s mirth
And justice on Last Judgment Day.

God’s love was born on Christmas Day;
There was no room in any inn;
The baby King just slept on hay –
A sign of love for man within.

Oh, what a lovely God’s own Son!
Oh, what a way to save mankind!
The work of Redemption began –
A fact of mystery, we all find.

Oh, baby Jesus, You brought peace
Into a world of sinful curse,
And hope to man to live with ease,
And reach God’s abode, heaven’s bliss.

The world was filled with intense joy
When born was Jesus, baby boy,
To be the Truth, Way and the Light,
And make man’s future always bright.

Oh, thank You God for Your great love;
To hope renewed, mankind will bow;
When sinners change, there’s joy above
Man freed from sin can live on now!

‘Thus, God was born,
A man, one morn;
Through Christ, His Son,
Hope was reborn! ’

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Terrorism Today

When
Love of life and fellowmen
Is disappearing from this world:
Revenge and hatred engulf hearts;

When
Anger prevails in many forms;
Dissatisfied are minds and souls;
Sense of values, morals are lost.

When
Friends turn enemies, foes turn friends,
Fanatic killing turns a game;
To kill and die is the aim,

TERRORISM
–Satanic ideologies are born;
Innocents are killed, maimed, torn;
A woe-filled day greets men each morn!

TERRORISTS
–A few may kill many with ease;
Killing others is their disease;
Without remorse, they undo peace!

BUT
The world will find a cure too soon;
The bane will turn another boon,
The menace buried in the moon!

(17-07-11)

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