Today I visited Sabarmati Ashram
A place where Gandhji lived
And planned his life
Like him place was simple and quite
May be I am late to see the
Growing concrete jungle
Reclaimed land for roads
And residence near sabarmati river
I witnessed the cry of the river
With big walls at both the banks
And motor boats ploughing the tied hands
I feel pity for river.
May be the river has learned
Enough patience from the great
Soul of Gandhiji
We as tourists just hop and fly
From the place capturing selfies
And few snap shots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice visit. Nice work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.