When I had been a child,
I used to see
With so much curiosity
And used to ask inquisitively
All about
The emblem,
The replica,
Gandhiji ke tin bandar,
Sitting closely
With the hands over eyes
As for to avoid seeing bad,
With the hands over the mouth
As for avoiding to speak it bad
And the hands into the ears
As for haring it not bad.
I still remember it which
My father
Had kept in the room
And we used to keep it with so much care
To derive and draw from
Reliving and revisiting Gandhian principles
And philosophies, ideals and thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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