When our india was burning

with the squeals of the innocent

eons spent in braveness

with the britishers' idea derailed

The manoevoures of that enigma

geniality found in gallore

India still bents it's head to his attempt

to open new india's door.

I am going to tell one tale

of a round spectacled man

of a flying India he had conceived

of a developed india he had foreshadowed

for an emerging india he had propelled

of a downfalling india he had jeopardized

Inspired juveniles

ordered for corruption to refrain; he rose to fame

His deeds refurbished

Mahatma gandhi was his name

A man who was revered

who inspired millions with his one mind

On thirtieth of january, 1948

the world was something he left behind.