I look upon a face so familiar Always the same, yet ever changing. This day are you friend or foe? You exist not to inform, Nor to advise. Your face reminds me of what was, What is, And what is yet to be. In my muted consciousness your duties are blurred. Measuring the existence which pains me. The root of many problems. I damn you without thought That you give purpose to this life. But what is stranger… Your face, I no longer recognise – a stranger. You spread your wings and fly What fun I must have.
Droplets dew settle sweet Upon a flower gentle sway Cricket’s empathy to the nightress sings Symphonies which chorus soon negates Darkness surrenders into full retreat Withdraws shadow from woodland’s bush and glade To a new found dawn; rhapsody with fresh
He led the struggle, candidly active That had become a national mass drive He led the country, by being self-example To quote Mahatma Gandhi, incidents are ample Truth and non-violence were two sides of same coin Such pragmatic stand, led