in the corner of the garden's soft cobblestones
Barcelona is filled with crinoline flowers
it was he who celebrated an impassioned fame here
on the other hand, kept him related to the closest dear
along Jamuna River, there were lotus uprising
Mahatma Gandhi had not stopped thinking
of the freedom and the poor people
the dream of pure heart was so simple
thou rhymes are more lovely and more delicate
and spring's feeling hath all too wild a date
if you can bear to know the love you've spoken
sense the things you gave your will to, widen
fly with angels, nor lose the comfort touch
all eagles count on you, but none too much
Reminiscences of great soul's concern for the freedom and poor of nation are for all to cherish and promote the world for the better!
Fly with angels as an angel without wings levitating to meet the celestial sun sending us love and light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you hold Gandhi in high esteem...my hero too...keep writing these wonderful poems