A20 A Triumph For Bernadette Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

The Miracle Spring from the rock
Gave the higher-ups a rude shock,
It became front-page-news
In all the national newspapers.

“How backward people are
To give such a spiritual color
For a natural occurrence
And call it a holy place? ”

“Why is the church silent?
Why can’t, on such an event,
That has no church’s sanction,
They take counter action? ”

Had the roses bloomed
Dean would’ve declared
It was a miracle one
The Lady had done.

When she gave a spring
He felt the same nothing
But an occurrence natural
And not one of miracle.

These alarming press-notes
Gave hint to the authorities
For taking stern action
O’er an undue exploitation.

So, a decision was taken
By the regime to cordon
The area under objection,
And impose a strict ban.

At the people’s level,
They felt it a miracle.
In front of the Cachot
They came and knelt.

They took it an honor
And it was a real favor
If Bernadette’s fingers
Touched their rosaries.

Only four days were left,
Fifteen days to complete.
Poor Bernadette thought,
“What’ll be after that? ”

When she exchanged
With her close friend
Her own black rosary
The Lady felt uneasy.

She took back her own,
And when it was shown,
The Lady gave a smile,
That went on for a while.

What a wonderful meet!
She fell at the Lady’s feet!
In her life, it was a moment,
The one happiest, she felt.

The height of her ecstasy,
It wasn’t found so easy,
In all words, to express,
By her close admirers.