Great Soul - Mahatma Gandhi Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Great Soul - Mahatma Gandhi

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This bullet in my body doesn’t prevent me to speak
about peace and our wise goddess Saravouati,
and the bitter salt of the ocean of cyclones.

If your soul wins, the whole world wins as well.
So, don’t fall. Resist to temptations of lewd Laksmi,
count the arrows of Artzoun, the wrath of Rahoo,
sow with Atarveit to reap and nourish the children,
throw your last kernel to the greedy, to humiliate him.

The stains of my blood are leaves that draw an ivy.
Look up to the floor; it applies the order of family,
it pricks on the wall a design with the nation’s law,
it covers the roof with the Law of a perfect universe:
I’m the left hand of my neighbour, when spins thread;
he is my left hand too, when I cultivate my cotton.

The bullet in my body doesn’t prevent me to avow:
I die for the truth so that I'll be born again as freedom.
We are affluent rivers joining with the single River,
God defined no borders to have it divided for us all.

The bullet penetrates my body as a seed, I grow anew.
Great Soul, means to render holy the bullet inside you,
as Jesus renders holy his crucifix, Homer his blindness.

India is single, God is unique with many names.
So, let us mount with the loom and the cow.
Tyrants who invade my country have no salvation,
since eventually the winner is Love, reminding
Prometheus, a fire-carrier with a riddled body.

© JosephJosephides

* Dedicated to Atal Bihari Vajpayee, Ex Prime Minister of India who is also a well known poet
Dr.subhendu Kar 15 September 2008

TRUTH UNIVERSAL the gauntlet of bayonet never restrains the truth even storm violent mills though the ocean the brine beauty never gets away from the sea blood of love and peace when words of truth universal are oozes of those great souls by testimony of non-violence blood yet never loses its red even impaled by the dagger life yet not bereft of sweet breath by the green but the truth wades through the Prometheus fire as each speckle of their blood whispers gleams of love wishes of liberty march forward by the humanity................wonderful tribute to those harbingers of peace, the real messenger of God for the humanity as you blaze the glory of humanity by the imagery ingenious,10+++++, thanks for sharing

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Kesav Easwaran 21 September 2008

A tribute to the great Peace Tolerance and Truth as well...the body diseased but the bullet that wounded his heart and soul remains still alive... the most fitting person, you remind...great poem Joseph...10+

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar 22 September 2008

A wonderful poem about a great indian by a non indian. i bow to you.

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Greenwolfe 1962 28 September 2008

I wanted to note the aspect of the great man you chose to hilight. Alas! You did the whole. Congratulations! GW62

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Aashish Ameya 27 September 2008

Gandhi is one of the greatest soul of our time....this poem is nice tribute to him

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Barbara Terry 26 September 2008

Gandhi was the 20th century Christ coming to deliver his lessons of love, and live and let live. Gandhi was a true spirit of holiness because he taught rather than preached as he lived his life. What a wonderful dedication to such a great man the world has not seen since. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and all those you love, and who love you. May you rest in the Valley of Peace when it comes your time to leave this great earth. But also remember that the meek shall inherit the earth. Even as I write this, our great earth is changing like it did millions of years ago when the ice was all over the earth. The movie Water World is prophetic in it's interpretation. The images of a dying man with a bullet in him is what I see here. We must all take our 'bullet' and we must all confess to the Almighty God, through His son Jesus so that our sins will be forgiven, and we can live in eternal peace. Whatever God is called in other nations, the belef is either the same or similar. Thank you for sharing this message of peace and dread. Hugs, Barbara

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Seema Aarella 26 September 2008

The purpose of death is same...the process so is many. Crucified and chirst u become.....killed by bullet a patriot...for your country for others, enemy u become. Salutations to u Joseph for this great compilation.......seeds of humanity needs the water of love.....soon should come the days of harvest...i wish with all my soul.

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Gargi Saha 24 September 2008

A wonderful poem.

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