A priest with humble heart and hands,
He walks the earth with gentle strands.
Father Boby, a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through dark to light.
With teachings deep, like rivers wide,
He speaks of love, with none to hide.
Through laughter, wisdom, truth unfolds,
A sage who is patient listener than speaker.
In simple words, his message clear,
To love, to care, to hold life dear.
A world of peace, where all are fed,
Where hunger’s pain is gently shed.
Anchappam and Capuchin Mess,
The places where love is worth much more.
No cashbox waits to claim the price,
One may give what’s in ones heart today.
Each grain of rice, each piece of bread,
Is a message, a prayer said.
To feed the soul, not just the flesh,
To heal the world in kindness fresh.
In simple acts, a life is lived,
With love and joy, to others give.
Friar Boby’s work, a humble song,
Reminds us where we all belong.
May kindness flow, as rivers wide,
May we, like him, in love abide.
For life is but a fleeting breath,
And love alone outlasts our death.
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