O ! Gandhiji Your Weapon

O ! Gandhiji Your Weapon short poem

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O ! Mahatma Gandhiji !
How powerful Your weapon !
More powerful than ,
Ever , ever made.

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji !
How destructive your weapon !
More destructive than atom bomb ,
That destroys in total.

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji !
How portable your weapon !
That anyone can handle ,
From a child to an old aged.

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji !
How cheap your weapon !
To market and to buy ,
That anyone can purchase.

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji !
How operative your weapon !
So simple and easy ,
For a man , woman and child .

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji !
How terrific your weapon !
That creates a terror ,
In the hearts of enemies.

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji !
How magical your weapon !
That retaliates violence ,
Silently and perfectly .

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti s/o Late Mehaboob Sab Aralimatti , working as a school administrator ( academics ) and English Lecturer in Vijaypur , Karnataka , India.
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