Saw I none
But the lonely jackals
Loitering around
In the floodlight
The stature of Gandhi was
Golden-coloured
And he was with the long stick
In his stride
Over the raised dais
With iron railing around
Over the guard wall
Rounding
On the sidelines of the township
At the centre of the crossroads
Manless and lonely
Leading to different far-off hamlets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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