Mahatma Gandhi Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

In Porbandar near the quiet sea,
A life began in dignity,
Not born for fame or force or fight,
But born to show the world what's right.

He walked the path of simple days,
With humble words and truthful ways,
He learned far lands, then turned back home,
For India's pain was his alone.

In nineteen fifteen, calm and still,
He came with faith and steady will,
Not to command, not to control,
But wake the strength of India's soul.

In Champaran the farmers stood,
With broken hope and stolen food,
When Gandhi spoke, so firm, so mild,
He stood beside each woman, child.

The rulers said, "You must not stay, "
They took him, pushed him on the way,
But when they tried to chain his hand,
The people rose across the land.

No stones were thrown, no anger shown,
Yet courage like a seed was sown,
And from the crowd, so deep, so true,
A sacred name the people knew Mahatma.

Not given by a crown or throne,
Not carved in books by power alone,
But born that day from hearts that knew
What truth and goodness truly do.

When Jallianwala's silence cried,
And justice fell where fear had died,
He bowed in pain, then clearly chose
To return honors earned by woes.

No gun, no sword, no burning flame,
Yet mighty empires felt his name,
For truth, when held with steady grace,
Can change the fate of time and place.

And when the nation faced its test,
He spoke the words that meant the rest:
"Do or Die"—not death, but vow,
To live by truth, then and now.

So Gandhi lives, not loud or grand,
But in each fair and helping hand,
And every child who learns to be
Kind, brave, and just—walks history.

By Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India