As Godse and Apte hooded, swung to the tune of the newly dead
Echo’s lingered on the Ambala walls of the gallows shed,
The pair’s verses sung, still lingered as if to defy reality
‘Akhand Bharat Amar Rah’, [‘India united, may it be forever, ’ ]
Godse’s hand that did the deadly deed grasped and twitched,
As a spirit hand ripped out the soul of a body bewitched.
Now ended the people’ choice, their Mahatma grand
His name, his work for ever will with the test of time stand,
The gang of eight cowards their plot conceived connived,
Their hate of appeasement simmered nights of the long knives,
The British lead religious division of India was the flaw,
That loaded the assassins’ gun three bullets to close life’s door,
On life for Gandhi, with hands in greeting cried ‘HE RAM’ [Oh God],
The plight of fellow man his cause, no more the path that he hath trod,
Their ears never attuned to their victim’s forgiving love rule ways
Whose bloodless coup enriched forever India’s days.
In moments assassin Nathuram Godse was quickly brought to hand,
Soon the news spread around the world in every land, ,
Sorrow and tears that would not even dry in the sand.
Looking beautiful draped in white with flower petals round Gandhi lying in state,
That sad remember day thirtieth of January Nineteen forty eight.
NB. On fathers day 1997 my daughter gave me a book by Yogesh Chadha titled 'Rediscovering Gandhi' a wonderful book, Ironically in my library it sits next to 'Einstein The Life and Times'. Einstein said of Gandhi......
' Generations to come, it may be, will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth.'
wowwwwwwww I simply admire you what a profound knowledge of Indian History right from Nathuram Godse to Apte and Ambala walls a superb write nicely penned A+++++++ and many 10'sssssssss anjali
Looking beautiful draped in white with flower petals round Gandhi lying in state, That sad remember day thirtieth of January Nineteen forty eight. Rachel Ann Butler
a vivid description of the incident...a tragedy after christ....gandhiji gave humanity a crown which can never be valued...thanks for this lovely pom
Soon the news spread around the world in every land, , Sorrow and tears that would not even dry in the sand...he fell to assasins bullet for only no reason....suffered thorugh out life for others and finally got death... i loved ur sentiments and unforgettable event inindian history and world as well.......10 read mine martyres... bullet proof...samsher..no advice plese.... nothing before time... fishing in troubled waters
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Looking beautiful draped in white with flower petals round Gandhi lying in state, That sad remember day thirtieth of January Nineteen forty eight. Ken, the beauty of these lines reflects your dedication to the great soul. Who was just a bag of bones, surging within a strong cyclone, to rooted out the British Empire without any ire, no arms to fire. Poor nations of the world inspired The world his spirituality admires. CP