Salutations – POPE FRANCIS


Born on 17th December, 1936,

In Buenos Aires of Italian decent,

Was ordained in 1969,

Rose from priest, bishop, cardinal,

And finally a Pope. 


Years of studies , training and experience

Didn’t give up, his learning

All this didn’t happen,

By the touch of a magic wand.

You over came all hurdles

White smoke emerged from the funnel


For God got you ready for the call

From the assembled Cardinals at the hall

Chose you first as,

The Bishop of Rome,

Head of the worldwide CatholicChurch,


And Sovereign of the Vatican City, State.

You chose the papal name Francis,

In honour of Saint Francis of Assisi

Your humility knows no bound

Cannot be measured in pounds,


No luxury house,

No luxury vehicle,

You  housed yourself, in the guest house.

If you think you will get a ride,

In the Papal vehicle,


Get ready, Pope Francis

Has better and brighter ideas,

Traveling in public vehicles

For that kind of simple, humble man is he.

When  he was Archbishop in Buenos Aires,


Under his leadership –  the priests assigned

To work in the slums, doubled.

As Cardinal Bergoglio, in the suburb of Olivos

Cooked his own meals.

He had relations, with other religious communities,


The Eastern Orthodox, TheOriental Orthodox,

TheProtestants, The Jewish and Islamic

In one of his writings, he wrote,

Dialogue is born from attitude

Of respect for the other person,


From a conviction, that the other person’s

Point of view, opinion, and proposal.

To dialogue entails a cordial  reception,

Not a prior condemnation,

In order to dialogue, it is necessary,


To know how to lower the defenses,

Open the doors of the house,

Andoffer human warmth.

Your interesting dialogues,

Has a way to build bridges,


Between people of all background,

Beliefs and faiths,

Combined with love for the forsaken

And some hatred from all around.

You roughed it all out,


Didn’t bother about theclouth,

You made a plea for humanity to become,

A better guardian of creation,

By protecting the environment,

You said that:


We ask the risen Jesus,

Who turns death into life,

To change hatred into love,

Vengennce into forgiveness,

War into peace.


On your first Holy Thursday, as Pope,

You entered a jail in Rome,

Washed the feet of twelve inmates,

In the age group of 14 to 21,

Amongst them  two were women.


One a Serbian muslim,

The second an Italian catholic.

You changed the routine history,


Moved with time in the 21st  century

Your whole life is one big history,

No fairy tales, no mysteries,

Because you are created of a better mould,

Since Godhas given you, a heart of gold.



Source: Mary D’cunha – 21/4/2013




A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won’t stop..

A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won’t shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I’m happy when I’m not.

The purple pill goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze..

The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won’t fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.

Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I’d really like to know………..
Is what tells each one where to go!

Mother Teresa’s Anyway Poem

People are often unreasonable, illogical and 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 your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.



Congratulations, Mr. Obama

And viva, Americans, you have chosen right

The best man, diligent and bright

The race was tight

Wondering who’ll win the fight

Thousands of first timers voted for you

Millions oldies doted on you

Yes you Americans are generous

With love and passion you voted for the man

World wide too, you have hoards of fans

The ovation you got when you walked on the stage

“SANDY” was forgotten, the crowd went in rage

With Michelle and daughters by your side

The ovation filled the air


Star studded flags shone bright

The Nations tag

Yes “Sandy” came in full fury

Drove you and Romney out of glory

Did much havoc as it could

Drove the Americans out in the wood

You mustard courage, and shelved the campaign

Came to the rescue of the nation

Asked them to take courage, fight and work hard

To reach to each other in this time of adversity

And to progress on the work, which they already started

To forget who they are and from where they came from

To get together as one nation

Whether you are rich or poor

Black, white or any other hues

We Americans can make it

Because we live in

The greatest nation on earth

With this encouraging speech

He captured the hearts of all.


Mary D’cunha



Greetings!!! President Barrack Obama

The greatest 44th US  newcomer

In the 234th year of history,

You entered the White House

With a landslide victory.


Welcome change in eight years,

Had enough of wars and unending tears,

What an eventful history,

Uncle Sam, somewhere- up there

Smiles at this mystery


Specialzing in Iinternational Relations,

And topping with Harvard Law Review,

You did proud to Colombia University,

And Harvard Law School,

Producing in YOU, their great tool.


You’ve entered when world economics are in grips,

And hurtling down the cliffs,

Universal markets are going amiss,

Humans the world over, taking the risk,

Not that one can work immediate wonders,

But Michelle by your side, you will not blunder.


You paid tribute to-

Your country, its system and to society,

These things come from within,

All races taken as your brethren,


Now you have challenges ahead,

Not quite a rose bed,

With the country’s worst financial crisis

And the globe warming ice =

All this rigmarole on your young shoulders,

Could make your feet colder.


But with the watchful eye of The Statue of Liberty,

You will soon be out of this adversity.