In 1930, we did so,
All walk, forgetting their friends and foes,
He was the one who led all,
All come to walk to Dandi On Mahatma's call.
By him, we got independence and got free.
Yes, we are the follower of Gandhi.
His death also, doesn't change, our attitude.
We call him, Gandhi-ji in the world of saying dude.
Everyone like him, Everyone Want him,
Seeing him even a light got lit, which was dim.
But our, today's gandhi's colour is green.
everyone is running behind him,
This green-Gandhi is like a beam -balance to measure status of a man,
This only decides who will get bread and who will get jam.
May with unfair means, but everyone is goldening his key,
Because, WE ARE THE FOLLOWER OF GANDHI? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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