She left home and made her own
Which homes people without homes
Food shelter roof
Lepers sick ailing
There was no wall
Testifies the authenticity
She was connoisseur of kindness
Born few years apart
With same kindling warmth
Pretty petite princess
Teacher of a school
Doe eyed dreams
On a prince charming she drooled
Slaps of reality churned out the Mariam out
Breaking protocols princess mingled with the crowd
She was connoisseur of simplicity
They felt,they had undergone
They understood in their separate circumstances and realms
Its selfless love that could
Preserve their cherished dreams.
Their noble souls perhaps still try to convey, before anything else
One should be the connoisseur of life , not own but life of others.
It doesn't hurt to be lovable..!!!