She was extremely merciful
Full of riches and blissful
She was our pious Goddess
Nobody could describe her greatness or prowess
The handsome demons descended from the west
Her happiness was totally lost
They chained her with iron clutches
Some warriors tried to save her in patches
A half naked fakir came to her premises
Consoled her fears and wiped out her tears
And promised to freed her in a few years
The demons laughed at his loin clothes
The fakir united the intellectual and the ignorant
He was undoubtedly a great savant
And he a led a holy and peaceful fight
The demons knew his spiritual might
The Goddess became free
And danced with a gleeful spree
Called the fakir her dear father
Unfortunately lost him in a year
on 2nd October we celebrate his birth day
He made our lives very gay
His debt even the Goddess will repay
He showed the nation the right way
Wow! Really nice expression to present Mahatma Gandhi as a saint who freed India. Yeah, of course, those English men were not less than demons, who were as beautiful outside as black inside. The language of your poem is simple but heart touching. Thanks for sharing your lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a tribute to the father of this Nation, very inspirational. very patriotic !