I am not a Gandhi lover but I still am not that big enough to judge weather he was Mahatma or no. If you are a Gandhi Lover, then you should read it till the end, if you are not still you can read it. This poem is written as a tribute to Satyagraha... on September 11/9/2007. A note, to save the world, go through this post.
Once upon a time in a land far far away,
Walked a sage inspiring many on the way,
He held the power of the might,
For he spoke the truth and was always right.
He was slim, he was weak,
He was short, he was sick,
But he crushed the whole empire,
He had only one desire.
He wanted to build a strong nation,
A nation of purity and co-operation,
He wanted the people to fight,
if forced, for their right.
He carried no guns, no swords,
His only weapon were the true words.
He forced truth into the minds of people,
he shed down his own clothes for the weaker.
He was termed Mahatma by the people,
Blessed were they, by the noble speaker.
He taught them power of non-violence, the path of truth,
Blessed were they and hoped for right fruit.
But today his followers are his enemy,
his policies are thrown to dust by his family,
His own adversary was the day.
When his own friends shooed him away.
They stowed his principles in the dust,
His virtues are going to rust,
He won a big battle lost,
but for that his life did he cost.
If non-violence did he teach,
why did the principle did not reach?
Violence is still used by his disciples,
Lies still are told by his peoples.
Mockery happened when his assassin was hanged,
‘Vande Mataram’ did the person who killed the mahatma sang,
If reading these lines you feel the anger boil,
Let me see if you have the power inside,
If cursing me is what you must do,
Then stop following him, this is a cue.
People who term themselves his followers must understand,
do not be his false follower as they pretend.
Understand what he said for your own good,
He would stay awake for you, without food.
I am nobody compared to the divine creation,
For I am just a person, he a father of the nation, my nation.
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