Under the shadow of Gandhi, the life-size statue of his,
I celebrating
Azadi ka jashna,
Independence Day Celebrations.
There lies the statue of Gandhi at Gandhi Square
Just at the crossroads leading to villages
And the floodlight falling upon
And he with the stick striding and talking.
When there is none there,
I see the statue shining in the light
And the ways manless and lonely
Parting, saying the saga of.
I stopping by, pausing a bit to see the statue
At the lonley place,
Wanting to go back to out of fear,
Just the closed doors of the adjacent houses I can see it
And the jackals straying out of their burrows,
Into the bushes in hunt of food in human vicinity
And the street dogs sleeping on the road
Around the raised dais with Gandhiji and his statue.
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