Candle in the Night   Good-bye Mother May you ever grow in our hearts As you lie, eyes closed Hands on beads in prayer Your white sari With three bands of blue Clinging to your furrowed face And tired frame As you lie in State Willing to be carried home And returned to dusk To become not just a part But a Legend Of a city You loved with all your heart You lived your life, Mother Like a candle in the night Through the bustles and gutters Through years, seasons & showers Carrying not just light But warmth and hope To the sick and the burdened The abandoned and the orphaned The dying and the destitute The very scum of the mean street That they may be touched And loved Even for a fleeting moment Cleaning their leprous sores Their ant-infested wounds To die ultimately But die in peace and dignity   Good-bye, Mother Now you belong to heaven And the stars spell out your name Inspire us, awaken us From high above That we too may do our bit On the stinking slum And the darkest pit   By Walter Menezes Quepem, Goa This tribute, to Mother Teresa, is based on Elton John?s "Candle in the Wind"