Gandhi comes visiting

In the wee hours of the morning  ,

I was shaken up from my sleep

By an unbelievable  dream.

Here I was standing in my living room,

Standing next to me and conversing with  me was Gandhi-

(I mean the real one , Mahatma)!

With the ease of a cake walker I was talking  non-stop ,

To the man who changed the face of this earth with his staunch ideas.

I couldn’t remember our conversation,

I was awestruck by the fact that

A man of his stature would visit me even in my dreams.

Then started my analysis of my dream,

Why Mahatma? why now.?

Was it because I was at the end of the tunnel of my life?

Did he come as  the light to lead me out?

Was this man who always  experimented with truth

Trying  to show me the path of truth?

Was it his way of making me brave ?

As a man who fearlessly tread the world with truth as his weapon-

Was he making me face the truths of life

And walk the rest of my path with head held high?

I couldn’t decode my dream,

But  I could  fathom  how good I was feeling,

Well who wouldn’t  feel good when-

Mohandas karamchand Gandhi visits your living room for a chat?!!!

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About Vijinarayan

I am a freelance writer based at Coimbatore in India.An avid reader and an occasional blogger, I write for popular newspapers in India and for many online Platforms. A cancer survivor trying to live every single day of my life meaningfully.

6 thoughts on “Gandhi comes visiting

  1. Amita Paul

    A tribute to the lasting contribution that the Mahatma made to human consciousness.His legacy lives on both in our conscious as well as our subconscious minds.

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