#gandhi
There was a person long time ago
Maybe not that long as one would think
Enough, to skew the view of a generation
Forthcoming, covered with slant of conspiracy
As humanity scatters along widespread messers
Of populace
There can be a dream, a world of dreams
Where life is cherished preserved memories
Respected where love and trust alight the hearts
Leaving way for a generation to be free
To form views and opinions of their own
Rejecting shades of others
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 12:59 AM UTC
Idealistic standards set him apart from practicalities
Yet struggles to break free of norms are ongoing efforts
By the Gandhiites if there are any left
Life is a tall order when your goals are taller
Yet a willful soul can make it seem effortless
With the sheer tenacity of the indomitable will
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 7:42 AM UTC
Waiving happiness
and suffering for the truth:
a better country.
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 3:53 AM UTC
I had only contempt for him.
An Amul baby, all the way.
I made fun of him
At newsrooms and in debates.
One such day,
I was at my best
Finding faults and laughing my heart out
At the expense of that Amul baby.
All of a sudden
A voice from nowhere
Pulled me down to earth,
And said thus.
You made fun of me, didn’t you?
You called me an Amul baby
That baby who gave its toothless smile
And made baby noises to its grandma,
Did you hear the sound of bullets
That punctured its soul?
When it ran, calling out to its father,
Did you find blood splattering on its little dress,
From a body that was blown to smithereens
Like a chain of firecrackers?
That voice was
Dripping water on me,
Blown, burnt and scattered as I was.
My blistered contempt
Has a lingering slight irritation now.
#Rahul Gandhi
#RG
#kuzhurwilson
#poetry
#india
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 2:52 AM UTC
Pots, pans and plates
Pots, pans
And the larder
A ghost house
Trembling
The larder
Stocked with oats and rice
Pots
And when it is time to cook
And then the gas stove is lit for
A feast
Pots, pans and plates
- Rows of jars line
The windowsill
Preserves, chutneys, jams
Preserves, chutneys
- and mango atchar
That reminds me
Of India
Oh! Lord Gandhi!
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
We know there's a world within one drop of water.
Like God's tear, a trillion ton ice-cube dropped
in the drink, heating the oceans over time,
submerging man's false-ego and polluting cities,
some say sublime. Swim or sink people,
as acid red rain, falling from your closed eyes,
for they only see grey,
washes it all away. What do climate crisis
denialists snort in retort,
who cares about holes in the clouds,
melting ice-cubes at the poles?
We also know there's a universe in our seas,
yet, only 2 global fisheries are left,
what of humanity bereft of that food?
When bees are extinct so will we be.
Seldom is a lone tear's story told,
yet Gandhi knew, laid out how the future unfolds.
Atom should not be split, Adam should not be cloned,
"the root of oppression lies in (supposed) science",
he foretold, 'from his lips to God's ears'.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
Santa Claus,
for Christmas, please,
don’t bring me toys, or games, or candy . . .
just . . . Santa, please,
I’m on my knees! . . .
please don’t let Jesus torture Gandhi!
Will Jesus Christ cause or allow Albert Einstein and Mahatma Gandhi to be tortured in an "eternal hell" for guessing wrong about which earthly religion to believe? What about Jesus's parable of the Good Samaritan, who put aside religious differences to practice compassion? Did Jesus, who saved all his sternest criticism for hypocrites, talk the talk but fail to walk the walk? Or did Christian theologians get something very, very wrong? And what would Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny say about such intolerance and infinite cruelty? Keywords/Tags: Christianity, Jesus Christ, Santa Claus, Christmas, heaven, hell, salvation, Gandhi, Hindu, saint, knees, kneeling, prayer, mercy, compassion, grace, toys, games, candy
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 11:50 PM UTC
Why today's world has became so violent?
Stronger tries to make weak silent.
Today GODSE had became ideal,
And GANDHI had became a idle.
We have gone down to such extent,
That values of religion had became bigger,
Than a life of a man.
We need to bring the change.
And teach the values of humanity before teaching the values of a religion.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
Walking stick, || in his hand,
Firm stride, || his dream was grand.
Peace & freedom || was his quest,
His non-violent path, || is the best.
Learn from Bapu’s || lesson of peace,
End the world || of all pain & grief.
A test for us || lies today,
Will we walk || on his way?
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
Let's **** Gandhi
Let's **** Gandhi
Again and Again
Multiple Times
Gandhi Must be killed
He deserves to be killed
Because he killed no one
Neither human nor animal
Collect all your weapons
Load missiles and guns
Get some good Gun powder
Quintals and tonnes of it
Make sure to **** this time
Be sure, you mustn't fail again
But can you really **** Gandhi
No you can't, I bet you can't
You already tried and retried
But Gandhi remained alive
Gandhi Never died
He will never ever die
Gandhi is not a person
Gandhi is thought
Gandhi is Philosophy
Gandhi is Lifestyle
Gandhi is Liberation
Gandhi is Struggle
Gandhi is Courage
Gandhi is Peace
Gandhi is Gentle
Gandhi is Strong
Gandhi is Treasure
Gandhi is Heritage
Gandhi is immortal
You fools are mortal
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC
I have Two eyes ,He also two legs,
I rest on Chair,He also needed beds.
He passed the virtue while blessing with hand,
But I picked a fight, while raising my hand.
He uttered truth only, opened when mouth,
and I talk a north, when doing a South.
Gandhi is Gandhi and I am me How?
Difference is this much of Jackal and Cow.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
We are unstoppable when we are in control
Others may or may not know
What we have done
But only we know
What that meant
You have slept through nights
But it took few sleepless ones to do so
For comfort follows struggle
We have all won the fights,
we never fought
He did what he had to
He chose the way he lived
He chose the way he didn't have to live
Then a man
Now a lamp
Bapu.
It's Gandhi Jayanti
Let's be better
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Mahatma Gandhi
Young visitors in a gallery,
Stood before a portrait of Gandhiji,
Charmed by his toothless smile,
Eyes sparkling through glasses round
And an old watch dangling from his waist,
With his chest bare and a **** cloth
Covering his lean , frail frame.
While they wondered how the good old man
Could shake the mighty British empire
And fight without weapons of destruction,
They were thrilled to behold a vision rare -
The smiling Gandhi emerged from the frame,
Saying that his weapons were invisible,
Yet, they could vanquish the most powerful
Without hatred and shedding no blood!
His loving voice and childlike smile
Combined with an unbending will,
Wielding the power of truth and nonviolence
Could conquer his mighty ruthless foes
And turn them into everloving friends!.
Feeling amazed, the visitors stared
At the Mahatma moving back into the frame;
Begged him to remain and lead them again.
"My countrymen," he said "seem to have forgotten,
" The bloodshed and horror of partition.
"Terrorists and fanatics **** and burn
" And innocent victims feel miserable and forlorn.
"Twice a year, on my 'samaadhi', flowers are strewn,
" While helpless millions struggle and groan.
"In these days of endless greed and senseless crime, "
"Guided missiles and misguided men,
" My words seem to have no relevance,
"Yet, if they listen to their own conscience,
" Give up greed and serve with compassion,
"The India of my dreams will arrive soon."
Sad and surprised, the visitors stared:
Though the figure vanished, his words inspired
And they resolved to follow his noble ways
And strive for the welfare of all mankind.
********* M.G.Narasimha Murthy
Hyderabad, India. [email protected]
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
Don't care if I'm "Glass-half-full" and crap
There are a few people in the world I'd really like to slap
There, I said it. Judge me if you might
But not everyone is a saint, with a halo of light
It ***** though, I'm a Gandhi I'm not a fighter I'm aware
But karma's a ***** so "slapees" beware
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
We have never really talked,
But I think I can,
Knowing I am the son of the same soil that anointed you,
And I come from the same city you started it all,
Before I say something I would like to touch your feet,
Pay my respects
I don't know where to start from,
Probably, in school they taught your lessons,
I didn't know back then it was a blessing,
Instead I made fun of you,
disfiguring your picture in the textbook,
Now I think, How could I?
I hope you can forgive me
And you said "hate the sin, not the sinner",
But it was 2nd October and didn't miss your movie,
It feels so nostalgic to me,
My grandfather once saw you,
He used to tell me stories about you,
How a nation was saved,
And the struggles you braved,
They say your thoughts are obsolete,
But not for me,
What you have instilled in me is priceless,
Beyond caste, color and race,
I wish I could tell you face to face,
From shaking the empire to your fasting,
Time in prison to the Salt March,
I wish I could take a part,
Shaking the foundations,
To making us a proud nation,
Bringing to us that moment of Salvation,
From Indigo to salt to cotton,
You fought them,
To millions under starvation,
Making us think from a common man's point of view,
It was you,
From self reliance,
To defiance,
You did it,
And all that without use of force,
I wished you could have stayed longer,
Bless some of the lost souls,
Left some of us on crossroads,
And they say Jesus told us what to do,
You taught us how to do it,
Forgive me, younger me was stupid,
You paved the way for King Jr. and Mandela to aspire,
And many others feel inspired,
But the sad part is that,
Against you they still conspire.
Living free,
Not knowing you did it for us,
How a thin barely clothed man could do wonders,
You taught us to stand for injustice,
You don't need a Nobel Prize, the only true ambassador of peace,
And the loyalists still follow,
Your word is never leaving,
Words are not enough,
But I feel your sorrow,
You made me believe,
Anything is possible
If you stay focused and work for it,
There's so much more to learn,
Nothing but gain knowledge,
And I try to pay homage,
Statues around the world,
Left us true word
The legacy lives on,
No matter how much I say
It will not be enough
Nobody can fill your shoes
Even if they try to,
The world calls you Mahatma, I call you Bapu*
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC