In Memory of the Mahatma

Millions came like moths from the cities and slums, and the countryside and hillsides , enchanted by his bright light. He led an army without arms in the war against an empire, where the sun never set. His ‘non-violence’ was more powerful than an artillery. He taught the hungry how to spin the threads of hope with the spinning-wheels. Our papas and grandpas learned from him how to sacrifice, slaying the selfishness. He polished the dusty pride and self-respect in Indian minds. Diverse shades of simplicity were visible on his half-naked figure. His vibrant words caused tremor in a distant continent too. People adorned their affection towards him with the adjectives like ‘Mahatma’ and ‘Bapu’. Godse pierced the chest of a nation’s dream – bullets left behind the heinous ingratitude. Gandhi journeys through the generations. Standing on the pedestals, and hanging on the nails, he proclaims the eternal truths. First published in Inspired By Gandhi (SAMPAD)