Gandhi Poem by Bill Grace
Gandhi
This man unknown to my hand,
'seditious... fakir' to Churchill, haunts me.
Owning nothing he seems to own my soul,
Not even from the solemnity of grave but a flowing river
Directs my political soul
In directions so unpolitical as to bewilder.
I am not alone.
Warner Sallman depicts him in his head of Christ
That emerges only as you draw near.
A strange thing to be haunted by so formless a ghost.
'owning nothing he seems to own my soul', I really like that line. I like the lines about the sculpture. (The above quote brought to my mind a quote from some Indian industrialist who contribued to Gandhi's cause, 'It cost me a fortune to keep Gandhi simple'. Not to take that guy literally, sounds like an inflated ego.) Gandhi's life is certainly an inspiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:19:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This man unknown to my hand, 'seditious... fakir' to Churchill, haunts me. Owning nothing he seems to own my soul, Not even from the solemnity of grave but a flowing rive.. Indeed Gandhiji is great...... the greatest saint of all times. tony