You were the architect of the nation
And loved it with great passion
You flew the eternal dove
For your inimitable greatness I bow
You were the true disciple of Bapuji
And dearly called chachaji
You were an Arjuna
In the war of independence
You loved the dear kids
And treated them as tender buds
You wore a rose in your button hole
Elevating India is your noble goal
We fulfill your beautiful dream
And follow your spiritual cream
We love our children
As they are our true vision
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 4:39 AM UTC
You were the architect of the nation
And loved it with great passion
You flew the eternal dove
For your inimitable greatness I bow
You were the true disciple of Bapuji
And dearly called chachaji
You were an Arjuna
In the war of independence
You loved the dear kids
And treated them as tender buds
You wore a rose in your button hole
Elevating India is your noble goal
We fulfill your beautiful dream
And follow your spiritual cream
We love our children
As they are our true vision
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