The Woman who inspires me the most

There she stood, all alone on the streets of Calcutta’s slums
No shelter, no company
No helper, no money
No employment, no promise
No guarantee, no security

Only one word from the master
Serve the poorest of the poor
I trust you my master
I trust in your call
Your inspiration will aint let me down

With 5 rupees out of 10 given to the poor
She head on into the slums
A priest beg her for some food
She had none, only 5 rupees
Here you are, take it
She had nothing absolutely nothing

She slept peacefully among the cows
Here was the same priest wakes her up in the middle of the night
A gentleman with white rope appears to me
He was full in glory
I stand amazed but I had no idea who and where he’s from
He handed this envelope asking me to pass it to you
And so am I

500 rupees and a phrase saying “trust me” was in that white envelope
She jumped for joy
She gathers the kids of the slumps
Teaching them alphabet
She visited their homes
Bringing them food and medical help she could
She sits on the road at night begging for rupees
For the poorest of the poor

A single trust of her call
And towards her master
She received a Nobel peace Price
She become well known of her charity work
And some say, she lives like the messiah

The one who calls you is faithful!!

I trust you my master
I trust in your call
Your inspiration will aint let me down