Where are you hiding?
Oh, my dear father!
In the cotton strand
Or In the rose petals,
Adorning your statue?
Oh, father of the nation
Where have you gone?
Your principles dead long ago
Neither simplicity nor ahimsa lives
Yet you smile in costly papers
Papers that divide and rule men.
I wish you should have lived long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem