A Poem on Gandhi
It was vacation, and I had nothing to do;
I was at home and mummy daddy too;
My glance caught a sketch, of an old person;
He appeared to be the gentlest under the sun;
Strikingly, different was the expression in his Eyes;
Suddenly I felt guilty of all my lies;
His lips parted in a smile , so pure
He left me spellbound that's for sure
"Who is he dad?" was my question
"Come on, don't you know?" "was his reaction
He is the one who has set us free;
He is the one who has planted the tree;
He is the one, who was bold enough;
Firm and stubborn but never rough;
Truth and non-violence is what he taught
Same were the principles for which he fought
Preaching and practices for once were the same
His deed were worth name and fame
I have never seen a soul, so tall;
Oh dad; he appears to be the father of all
"You said it, child" said my dad
'Bapu' is the name he always had
I saw the sketch again and again,
His returning smile was my greatest gain,
October 2nd was the day my friends
That certainly changed my life's trends
Lal Bahadur ShastriI was at home and mummy daddy too;
My glance caught a sketch, of an old person;
He appeared to be the gentlest under the sun;
Strikingly, different was the expression in his Eyes;
Suddenly I felt guilty of all my lies;
His lips parted in a smile , so pure
He left me spellbound that's for sure
"Who is he dad?" was my question
"Come on, don't you know?" "was his reaction
He is the one who has set us free;
He is the one who has planted the tree;
He is the one, who was bold enough;
Firm and stubborn but never rough;
Truth and non-violence is what he taught
Same were the principles for which he fought
Preaching and practices for once were the same
His deed were worth name and fame
I have never seen a soul, so tall;
Oh dad; he appears to be the father of all
"You said it, child" said my dad
'Bapu' is the name he always had
I saw the sketch again and again,
His returning smile was my greatest gain,
October 2nd was the day my friends
That certainly changed my life's trends
Shastri Lalbahadur,
As soft as butter,
But as hard as steel.
He was/is for peace,
But march forward in war.
He won/win the hearts
Of farmers and also
That of soldiers.
Shastri Lalbahadur,
Knew well we are all
In the theater and
We are to play our parts
To save others.
Individual identity has
Nothing to do,
But to establish the truth.
Truth is our land,
Truth is our sovereignty,
Truth is we are free,
And free to do anything
For all welfare.
Each man is the ambassador
Of peace and each one
Reflects his own eyes.
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