MAHATMA. ...THE REAL CHAMPION

Mahatma Gandhi, the symbol of peace

Mahatma, the full moon, illuminates the sparks
To regions so far.
From tip of each fingers drops the seeds
Of love when he strides, all they spring out thereafter.

He is a full spread white rose
Enriches catchy fragrance around,
And provides nectar to the thirsty bees
Pleasant glimpses on each faces when depart.

He is a fully ripened fruit tree
Ready to serve unbiased
Shelter and shade for the plenty
Who,by many reasons, marginalised.

He is a storm, gradually turned to
From lulling breeze that tickles leaves
Fit to shake and shatter almost all the elements
But without a weapon in the hands.

He is a dove, skilful designer
To create mansions with straw and sticks
Experienced tutor to impart techniques
To the posterity who strives to gain the mystery.

He is a power lifting champion, bundles together
And pushes ahead the heavy baggage
Of non living and living beings
That different in colour, size, shape and origin

Author's Note

How do I say about it?