An outburst' mobs crying aloud. looting And marooning'. But Mahatma didn't stop spinning!
They vent fury on building.. Pulling window frames.. Out of the walls' Smashed the doors.. But Mahatma didn't stop spinning,
Instability. Endless bickering' Monumental Political failure Administrative atrophy.. But mahatma didn't stop spinning!
His head hung in shame His land is not what he dreamt of.. His people are not who he instilled faith in His eyes shut --- as if bleeding with tears His ears shut - with the communal cacophony.. His mouth sealed- - an orgy of -silence Like his three monkeys on my table I feel, mahatma doesn't stop spinning
