Death anniversary special: 5 inspirational poems on Mahatma Gandhi
1. Poem on January 30
morning hours, everyday life,
tangled fingers-mind, automatic movement,
put a little emphasis on the brain, remembered something,
Pulling it out of the purse, took out the checkbook.
my contribution! Buying was a gift for the gurus,
Pen in hand, some words filled on the check, some numbers,
On the date, the pen flashed inside me,
Wearing a sheet with sticks, a figure emerged in the brain.
Today is the 30th, the death anniversary of the great guru.
He was a good man, had studied somewhere,
He was the master of non-violence, the guru of freedom,
Standards of truth, reflections of goodness.
the greats of the nineteenth century, of the twentieth century,
When he was in the soul of good people,
Good leaders for good, whom they used to swear by,
Wearing the lap of the scorching sun, taking hard steps on the scorching road.
Went towards the shining sun of freedom,
Wear the stick of non-violence and the sheet of truth,
On difficult roads, good people followed,
Gave many sacrifices, which had given his contribution.
It is the 30th of the twenty-first century, I am writing a cheque,
I am giving my contribution in the form of Guru Dakshina.
To the gurus of today's young generation.
Seventy-year-old youth towards corruption,
who has become very strong now,
That good man is old now,
In the schools of the country, in every corner of the universities,
Decorated in pictures.
In the busy busy moments of the morning,
Two tears of a silent soul from the corners of the eyes,
Made a way out and dripped,
The moving pen has filled the date 30 January!
2. 'Bapu' be born again
-Shobhana Chore
around my house
A thick forest of wild grass has settled.
I'm waiting
Somebody sort out this forest,
I am always with my acquaintances,
debated on the same subject,
Sometimes blames the municipal corporation,
Sometimes put a complaint in the suggestion box,
And make people feel that they are aware citizens.
In the meantime, the forest grew further,
Along with that the camp of animals also got frozen.
The dirt kept increasing and then I,
Write a letter to the editor blaming animals.
(Today I am waiting).
Maybe 'Bapu' will be born again,
And take the task of cutting this forest into your own hands.
so that I can write a book on them,
With the royalty of the book, let me make my 'naunhaal' home.
A forest settled around that house again,
But my children did not take any action,
He left that forest
immediately converted into a 'zoo',
And even today I wear a shawl and go for a morning walk,
Seeing 'zoo' as emotionless,
I sit down to write a book again,
Because I am a writer. Because I am a writer.
3. Bapu in our country
Bapu in our country
The leaders are in the guise of Khadi
the guardians of democracy
the country belongs to them
farmer commits suicide
teacher dies due to workload
people are suffering from hunger
This is the condition of the country Bapu
justice is deaf dumb
Public servants have cheated the public
There is corruption in democracy
This is the news in every letter
This is communalism and casteism in the country
regionalism and linguism
terrorism and Naxalism
familism and opportunism
There are many dishonest people in the country
Still, our India is great
the streets are jammed
this problem is common
everyone dies for the name
no one works
This is the story of Bapu Azad India
This is the language of the people of India.
4. I will fight like Bapu
- Rammurat 'Rahi'
I will be like Bapu
I will walk the path of truth.
With bombs not with guns,
I will fight like Bapu.
Whenever thorns surround,
I will bloom like a flower.
I live for the sake of the country
I will die for the sake of the country.
how to fight with each other
I will be together with everyone.
5. Poetry: Gandhi, India is the pride of a mother
- Dr. Pramod Sonwani 'Pushp'
country's child
India is the pride of a mother
truth-non-violence teaches us
His name is Gandhi.
white extermination
justice to all
teach cleanliness
His name is Gandhi.
