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 !
Words are mighty weapons, They lash you like a whip, Cut like a knife, Slicing you into pieces. Pelt you like stones, Making wounds so deep, They leave a scar, Forever in the heart. They pierce you like arrows, With
Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to dealing death. Those able hands that ladle love, Can dribble death in dollop; Amative breasts can often sting, Bedaubed in aspine wreath. Poison is a woman’s choice, When it comes to