Best Mahatma Poems

His deepest belief was in truth,
His greatest faith was in God,
He was selfless in his pursuit,
Millions followed where he trod!

He wore no crown, robes or...

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When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright...

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Concluded

A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 3  concluded.
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My mother Late Rajrani Kapoor devoted her whole life,
for the love and care of...

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The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the...

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha.


When first time I looked 
At the Wooden Charkha*
With a...

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel  2

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha

Part 3

The rapidly emerging new discoveries
Were influencing and...

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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel  2

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha


Cotton has always won the hearts 
Of every...

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Patradoot or The Messenger29 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath...

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I am ... I am the land of Ashoka the Great, of Kwaja E Hind, 
Sachin's Sixer, of Sania’s Stoke,  of Aryabhata & Abdul...

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A man like this,
Who sacrifices his entire life
for the betterment of our country
uniting whole nation.
Who reached his goal
digesting every tension.
India become independent
without any war,
without any...

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The Moon as a Metaphor for Your Mouth
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing...

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O! Mahatma Gandhi!
You taught us non-violence
But we slaughter easily
Our own sisters and brothers

We create an institution 
To promote your ideals 
Yet we subject to ordeal...

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Mother India
 
Each August 15th since 1947, a day of expectant waiting –
Either terror from India’s enemies and frenemies
Or the terror of weather, some natural...

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They look at me, they say who him?
He’s just like the rest of them,
Doesn't know where he is.
A victim of circumstance, born into a world...

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Come back Martin, come back.
If there is any way please come back, quickly.
We need your words of Utopia,
your powerful metaphors of brotherhood.

Freedom is not the...

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