A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife


The simple old man cherished self-determination,
For he knew how harsh past subjugation had been;
He spent his last days ameliorating his city from within,
Restoring harmony by easing friction led to his elation;
Hark! The baleful bell of belligerence calls for his mediation,
Cried one, “If you don’t move, you’re no longer kin,”
Retorted another, “Comply to my demands or I shall sin,”
Two pedlars quarrel to his dismay and perturbation;

After standing there, ascertaining what was wrong,
He spoke politely in a tone, with righteousness, rife;
“My brothers, only where there is love there is life,”
“Forgiveness is simply an attribute of the strong,”
A sigh of relief! He had settled another strife;
Was this prudent old man He, all along?

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Aloke
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A wonderful ode to Mahatma Gandhi !

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