Drifting away from Divinity




He walked in the path of pacifism

And struggled against racism.


With hardships and sacrifices he gone through,

He believed all religions are equally true.


With his hands on the handloom,

He made our freedom dream bloom.


With Gita in hand, feet in sand

He gifted India cuff-free hand.


With divine light in his heart,

He feared only hardness of hearts.


He dreamt of India undivided,

But we are undivided only in hatred.


Since he can love his inflictor greater,

We gave him the title traitor.

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