Gandhiji'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 drop the long longed
Nectar on the tongue tips of Indians
To get his reward with a pistol.
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.