MAKING OF A “MAHATMA”
Mahatma Gandhi – the epitome of peace
The father of our nation
The man who was
At peace with himself and the world
Which gave him the title
‘Mahatma’ – the elevated soul.
With a single word ‘Satyagraha’
He led a nation to freedom
With a single name Bapu
He became dearer to millions.
Truth and non-violence were his myrrh,
Which, mixed with
The sweat and blood of the masses
Made the sweetest of all perfumes
A whiff of free air.
He realized the dream
That hundreds had dreamed
The ‘half-naked fakir’
Whose humility humbled
Even the high and mighty British
Whose soft-spoken words
Had more power
Than a hundred guns could muster.
The apostle of the downtrodden
Whose christening of the name ‘harijans’,
Turned the ‘untouchables’,
Into God’s own children.
There’ll never be a Mahatma again,
The finest tribute to him would be
To endeavour to abide by his legacy.
Of truth and compassion
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