A Poem by the Mother

This is a poem by mother teresa and is engraved on the wall of the children home she built in the city of joy.............


People are often unreasonable, illogical, & self-centered; Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, People may accuse you of selfish,ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight: Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.

Isnt it beautiful??In my opinion this poem truly reflects the mopther's spirit and as opposed to people saying that the mother made Calcutta(Kolkata now)look like an abject,
poverty and disease-riddled place...I want to say that every humanitarian should judge this whole issue from the point of view of those who received help from the
"Sisters of Charity" when we would have and indeed had turned our backs to them.
This post is dedicated to all those who truly believe in God And even those who dont but believe in the human spirit and offer a hand to help when it is most needed.