The nun..

She was dressed in a white gown A cross laid on her chest She belongs to a Mother’s house The Almighty’s divine nest. Her face had a tough look, A strident voice she had She couldn’t match the Mother’s grace Though, in her habit-clad.	I moved to make a place for her Just to sit and rest, Thanking me she took the seat The baby, then she caressed. Softly humming a lullaby To make her child sleep Bearing all the trouble alone A mother’s promise to keep.
She was going to present a retreat Talk on the mercy of God. But her conducts do not concur With the holy Lord’s. She was sitting next to me, My co-passenger in train. The people in the waiting-list Were really travelling in pain.	She belongs to the Mother’s house Sworn by the name of Lord To serve people with love n’ care Till she can afford. But it seemed I affronted her I caused her unease Since I offered a space to the mother And into the seat we squeeze.
A mother with her infant child Holding in her arms Pleading to the ticket checker To get a berth confirmed. But the train was all booked, Running short of berth, The TTE stood helpless Her words were of no worth.	She has vowed to care for people, Still she asked me to.. Not to allow any one Our seat to squeeze into. I didn’t reply to her words And ignored what she said Only thought, she must have The lord offended!
	She preaches on mercy of God It’s her retreat’s part But I wonder what she says, Does she realize in heart? ~~~***~~~