Where are you smiling toothlessly,
So simply, sinlessly
Without anything in your heart
So plainly,
Where you, Gandhi?
Frail in appearance, simple in bearing,
Clad in a dhoti and kurta
And with a lathi,
Where are you striding, Gandhi?
The specs old and round
And you looking through,
Having the visions of rebuilding, reconstructing,
Having the visions of life and the world.
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