Ghandhiji's Second Coming
Bullets shed blood, but couldn't kill him.
Truth had lit even the dark nooks.
Waves of Non-violence had swept clean
All the weapons. An earthquake had
Toppled a mighty empire. And he
Was the pivot. Rays of Sacrifice
Had formed rainbows of triumph
In the sky of millions. When he
Had marched to Dhandi, history gave birth
To a new chapter. His vibrant words
Had shaken the distant Africa too.
Finally, he could dropp the long longed
Nectar on the tongue tips of Indians
To get his reward with a pistol.
Now,
bereft and cleft by the dark minds
laughing with the white teeth,
our fair lady laments on.
Gandhiji breaks his spectacles,
holds his stick upside down,
and gets ready to step out
from the frame hanging on the wall
for a Second Coming.
Fabiyas M V
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