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.