In The Eyes Of The Mahatma Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

In the eyes of the Mahatma
there is no wound to hurt the inner self
bullet by bullet only feast on flesh
and the echo of his voice:
hey Ram, hey Ram
only illuminated the sky
with the purity of love
and peace
and contentment
taking era by era
to keep us unwinding
our insubordination of hope
our dreams to pursue
wailing in the tremors of wars
his sandaled feet
are our footprints to follow
each step in the path
to a more condescending world
to bring happiness
even though I was wailing
as a new born
thirteen days before a gun
was pointed to his frail body
to end his march
in transition for a better world
hey Ram, hey Ram.

(Celebrating Mahatma Gandhi- assassinated on January 30,1948)