The Cachot became a center
For the people to gather
And talk on the last event
What really it meant? ”
Some said, “All these days,
We followed her ways,
But now she fooled us.
Why should she do this? ”
“Louise, have courage.
This is the first stage.
Mad she has become.
Take her to an asylum.”
Francois then told them
“Don’t crowd this room.
For God’s sake, go home.
To solve, it’s our problem.”
He thought, “My daughter
Even for fun, told a lie never.
Surely, she must have seen
The Lady in that cavern.”
Bernadette, on her part,
Always remained quiet.
She never bothered
For what others said.
Her experience was so real.
That in no way, to those people,
She was bound to explain
Or convince them again.
A former stonemason,
Bouriette lost his vision
In his right eye partially,
Thus affecting him materially.
Something struck his mind,
From that spring to find
Some moist earth to apply
O’er his defective right eye.
From there, he got the mud.
The same when he applied,
Water from the mud dripped
And his sight got restored.
He rushed to the doctor,
And reported this matter,
Stating it was a miracle.
The doctor ignored it as a ridicule.
Rajaram Ramachandran
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