Molehatma Gandhi

it's my poem for my mole day project. HAPPY BELATED MOLE DAY!!!!

When I was born, poverty ruled
And we had no room for another mole
No space to fit one here or there
No space to even dig a hole

Growing up I had little

Little more to look around

But I learned to hear the voice of the people

And my own heart's calling bound

 

At age 13 I married young

A customary path

2 years passed and a mole was born

But death sought its wrath

 

At age 19 I went to London

To continue my learning in law

But there I became fascinated with faith

Both in its glory and its flaw

 

A few years later I returned home

When word of mother's death arrived

It had happened a while ago

But only to me had everyone lied

 

Making a law office in Bombay failed

I couldn't get the job of a high-school teacher

And made a modest living drafting petitions

But that turned out to be another failure

 

I went to South Africa for a contract

And there I saw discrimination

Shunned, beaten, assaulted, abused

These actions terrorized Indians of this nation

 

But only through bad can good be seen

And in this injustice, a future I saw

An image of truth, a far-off reality

Guided by moralistic laws

 

I began to question society's rules

Where my own place stood and where it could go

Suffrage for my people became my first stand

Though it did not succeed how I intended it to

 

Through failure we steadily built our ranks

And became a unified political force

Preaching firstly non-violent protest

We began to attack at the source

 

We resisted the urges to fight back

And kept to our own beliefs

By masses we gathered for our cause

Never laying a hand on the enemies

 

For seven years we struggled there

But finally others heard our cries

From men captured and thrown in jail

To me these others pleaded compromise

 

Coming back to India I was welcomed

And enlightened about the country's state

Politics, social issues, and other detriments

World War 1 was approaching at a fast rate

 

For war I prepared heading to the capital

Vowing to raise an army to fight

For now independence was first priority

More then a privilege, -it was a right

 

Promising to not harm a soul myself

Hypocrisy indeed  I was accused of

 Though the argument continues to be held

Whether I divided hate and love

 

From the militia villages were oppressed

And the leaders were afraid to retaliate

But we gathered volunteers to clean up the towns

Built schools, houses, hospitals to wipe away the hate

 

For disturbing the peace I was arrested

And people rallied around the jail

More fighting broke out soon enough

Prisoners were released; another British fail

 

Soon after this I set off

To the sea, to gain independence

Gathering natural salt, defying those tyrants

Who would soon learn for themselves just repentance

 

After meeting and discussions, back and forth

1947 my mission was complete

I became known as 'the father of India'

But on my own I had to retreat

 

The last few months I spent in the capital

Bringing mindless feuds to their ends

Fasting  in order to break immovability

Setting things right and making amends

 

That last fine morning I went on my walk

About to climb the temple stairs

Two men helped me up those steps

Then another man came and shoved one from there

 

To this other man I looked, completely confused

And he bowed to me in respect

And in an instant he'd a revolver in his hand

Three times he shot in my chest

 

And as I died I greeted him

Put my hands together in prayer

My faithful time-piece struck the ground

And beside me, still, it just lay there

Broken forever at 5:12 PM

 

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Beautiful History. A phenomenal tribute

[Kayla]

THIS WAS AMAZING!!! GANDHI TRULY WAS AN INSPIRATIONAL PERSON!! GREAT WRITE!!! KEEP WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Deepshikha]

Deepshikha Molema likes this.

[Sexy P3nguin]

I am speechless..
That was such a beautiful poem..
My favorite part was the last stanza

"And as I died I greeted him

Put my hands together in prayer

My faithful time-piece struck the ground

And beside me, still, it just lay there

Broken forever at 5:12 PM"



Great Job!!!

[LivingDeath]

Wow amazing write Bhavana. I think i just learned more reading this than i did in the week we studied Gandhi in school lol. What a life he lived, very good write.

[Legion]

Revolved - revolver

Good work. Historical in the making.

[deeps]

If this is true, I must say WOW!
This is one powerful write full of feeling!
Amazing written as well, wonderful rhyming
And well expressed.