Theme: Plea



Gandhiji, do you squirm sometimes?

Do you quiver and quake often?

Satyagraha keeps getting hijacked

Non-violence has lost its ‘non’

A headless freak, it often runs amok

A bulldozer mowing down all in its path


When we rejoiced at our liberty

not a drop of British blood was spilled!

But this sadly gored land of ours was

dyed deep red; became the burning ghat

for mutilated corpses of our countrymen...

Freedom took more than her pound of flesh!


Your resolve for peace at any cost

resurrected spectres of perceived fears;

inflamed tongues of seething rancour

rampaged naked through the streets

You were decorated with a bullet

Gandhiji, brown was the hand that shot you!


How slashed our beloved country!

Her dormant wounds still fester

incendiary distrust and selectiveness

ignite wildfires of massacre and horror...

as her fragile soul crumbles and writhes

Gandhiji, when will you reincarnate as her saviour?  


More By  :  Shernaz Wadia

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