Sta.sh
Feet step mournfully down the dirt road
A sad funeral queue dressed in white
Mother India has been widowed
Gandhiji has been cut down cruelly
Though he died gallantly, at the best
Being mourned by all whose lives he had touched
Sad feet crunch through white flowers on the road
All sounds are hushed, save for weeping
And women singing somber bhajans
A droning herd of devotees
Marching forward with downcast faces
Paying tribute to India’s bapu
He fought hard for his country’s freedom
And won over his “children” forever
Never the ruler of his nation
But obeyed by all who lives he blessed
A king in the eyes of his people
A funny old fellow, dressed in rags
Brimming with wisdom and inner strength
As he tottered his way passed tyrants
A caravan carries his sleeping form
Slowly trudging toward his funeral pyre
To deliver a saint to Heaven
As Krishna saved Govardhan from Indra
Bapuji lifted his people high
Forever earning his country’s praises
Though the Mahatma died long ago
His memory lives on with his “children”
Long live the Mahatma
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This makes me wanna look into him more.
I agree with BlueSpartanOfVGC... the "Mother India has been widowed" really got me. I had to stop and think about it a second and then I thought, aw wow. That's a really clever way to put that!
Wonderful as always. =3
And, yes, I enjoyed writing that line. Gandhi was called Bapu (father--Baba is another way to say it) by his followers, and I though--"well, he's a father to his people. Then there's Mother India. I'll say they were metaphorically husband and wife."
Thank you very much, I'm glad you like it.