Gandhi Isn’t Dead, Is He ?

Gandhi Isnt Dead, Is He ? prose poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal

”Gandhi is dead ” they say .
Is he , indeed ?
Well , if death means the end of physical existence
He died over six decades ago .

Having fallen to an assassin’s bullets
He became victim of outrageous hatred
That cold January evening
To the utter shock of millions across the world .

For his life and work was not confined
To his own people or region
But extended to the whole mankind
Striving for freedom from oppression

And despite his sudden demise
His influence didn’t get diminished
Since he wasn’t just flesh and blood
But a spirit that can never be killed

And he wasn’t just a mortal being
But a philosophy personified
An ideology put into practice
Acknowledged and acclaimed by the world

One who evolved from a simple individual
Into an institution of universal peace
Spreading the message of non-violence ,
Kindness and love like the great Buddha .

One who practised what he professed
And forged a war against unjust oppression
With no other weapon but the ” Satyagrha” ,
Non-violence and peaceful dissent .

How then can he be considered dead
Who continues to live in millions of hearts
That follow his ideals in letter and spirit
Keeping his legacy ever relevant and alive ?

To ensure that all live in peace and safe
In a world threatened with insane violence
Is there any other option in view
But to follow his proven principles ?

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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