Where there is beauty it’s not a man,
It’s a woman and it’s only a woman,
We walk and she moves like winds of springs,
We talk but she doesn’t as she always sings,
We loose our beauty with the growing age,
But you! Mother Teresa the beautiful sage!
May be black or brown, may be white or pink,
A woman, a write of heart in colorless ink,
She is a rhymed poem in a touch script,
Close eyes, open heart to read the encrypt,
You say you are only the half world’s voice?
Sweethearts be sure to be full world’s choice!