He, the Mahatma, an ever vitalizing soul
On whom the countrymen would pride!
Showering when the heartiest tributes
To our nation’s father, the builder of freedom
Our hearts do melt in compliance with
His glorifying struggles and sacrifices.
His voice in the wilderness, but was heard
And all other voices were silenced,
Upholding Truth, non-violence, and peace!
“Victory attained by violence is tantamount
to a defeat, for it’s momentary” He claimed!
None else than Mahatma could choose
to wrap himself in a Dhothi, half-naked
Walk into streets hand in hand, clinging to
Hapless poor, blacks and down-trodden!
Who else would leap from the peaks of
Leisurely ordains, to the dirt-clad poverty?
His greatness proved in remaking himself
To change the world as a whole for he is
Crowned the title -The man of the Millennium.