The man of honesty
The man of Greatness
He is our Mahatma
The father of our nation!
Born in a family
Of Cultured background
Grown in a circle
Of Loving parents.
Honest, truthful and simple
Of body so frail yet nimble
With heart so big and true
With gifts but given to few.
Made many mistakes
Realized his faults
Vowed never to repeat them
And never committed them again.
Loved his motherland
Brought her freedom
With the weapon of non-violence
And not a drop of blood-shed.
Bravely to prison he went
Though old and bent
Many a blow did he get
Yet never did he fret.
With guns and knives, he did not fight
Satyagraha was his eternal might
India's independence he fought and won
Bloodshed and bitterness there was none.
Adopted penance and fasting
Started the Satyagraha
Gave up foreign goods
And inspired wearing Khadi.
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