Saturday 3 August 2019

GANDHIJI (Freelance Poem)

GANDHIJI

As Oct 2nd is fast approaching I want to post these few lines about Gandhiji. this was written by me some 17 years back to my daughters for a poetry event they have competed. Their rendition was recognised and they were awarded a prize.

Here it follows:

Gandhiji was born on 2nd October 1869 at Porbunder in Gujarat.He was frail timid and shy while he was young.In 1883 he went to South Africa as a lawyer to a Muslim firm and there he observed humiliation and harassment of non whites there. He fought a relentless battle there and also in India after coming back against the Britishers with a single weapon 'SATYAGRAHA', which is his brain child meaning 'Demand for the rights within he frame work of truth and nonviolence(Satya and
Ahimsa)

This walking skeliton when came back to India, hundreds of thousands of heroes out of common clay and inspired them to even risk their fortunes,families,lives and endure prison and poverty along with him to take out our country from the clutches of the British:

His talk for the country men was cooling
For the Britishers freezing

His talk for the country men was warming
For the Britishers  burning

His talk for the country men was raining
For the Britishers  flooding

His talk for the country men was healing
For the Britishers ailing

His talk for the country men was soothing
For the Britishers  searing

His talk for the country men was tonic
For the Britishers  toxic

By himself he was so simple
For the Britishers he was an un-inferred sample


The facts which  I made a mention
May not be, please, scored out as fiction

For he who created sensation
By waking up the people in hibernation

Sacrificed his life for the nation
Received from us a bullet as donation

And an award as the 'Father of Nation'
For whom I have at most admiration


His dream of wiping of every tear from every eye
could not fulfill as he was laid to such a sleep
Where he can't dream of getting any dream at all

I love him with the breathe,smiles,tears of all my life
And if God choose, I shall love him better after death


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