His Dress Spoke More

His Dress Spoke More short poem

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His dress impressed him like naïve
Though he strongly reflected the native

Only a half dhoti and a shawl he wore
But his simple dress spoke more

It was the dress of an Indian peasant
Though he emerged as more vibrant

People saw him as one among them
Whatever he said, became anthem

To meet the British Emperor, entry they restrict
But Gandhi, in his dress code was strict

With such dress, several sacred treaties he signed
On his path, the whole country lined!

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V.MUTHU MANICKAM

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Blessed with the chance to be nurtured with the nature, the Author hails from a small town, downhill the Western Ghats of India. He is a double Post Graduate -in Commerce and in Management and also a Graduate in law. He is a Civil Servant serving the Government of India in the rank of Deputy Commissioner. He has published 14 (Fourteen) Collections of poetry (in English). 11 Books were published during 2014, 2 during 2015 and 1 during 2017. These 14 eBooks cover a host of genres and are live at http://www.amazon.com/MUTHU-MANICKAM/e/B00QU55536.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Indeed every word so true, in this day where his words are fading among the young, a welcome reminder of his stature.

Savi Mani
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a wonderful poem on the simplicity of the Father of the nation yet the strength he possessed through his thought …..no wonder Albert Einstein had said “Generations to come, it may well be, will scarce believe that such a man as this one ever in flesh and blood walked upon this Earth.” ……….nice poem…….

ammu sachariah
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well written.

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