At the prime junction,
Where three roads converged,
They set up a statue,
In mortar and cement.
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now i've read the Poet's Notes. thanks. i left more comment at the original submission of this fine poem! showcase? bri :)
What a thoughtful depiction of the sad state of affairs in the country! ! ! sad but so very true...agonizing to say the least..well said again.. you are truly gifted
You've written a powerful poem indeed. The poem starts with an appropriate title, gives a perfect picture of the happenings around, with a stunning last stanza and ends with a strong note. Thanks for this 'Tearful Tribute'. It truly deserves 10/10!
A serious thought, authentic, and patriotic instinct throbs in every pace as your words march by... Gandhiji listens to such soulful utterance, the Charka wheels roll over the wrinkled mass still, and the grating waves by the sea shore has no sodium in it's property it seems! Indian skins stopped sweating, heart pulses lazy and lethal too... who cares! ? The lilt of the National Anthem dies off into the uncultured din of the imbalanced Indians who crawl like reptiles in public, as punishable nuisances, boastful of spoiling his wealth, health, family serenity and personality in insane intoxication. Wish your write strikes at deserving targets.
Keen and clean observation, Indian officers, politicians and youth have become figures of mockery. It's pity to know but writer paid a tearful tribute to father of nation which our hearts.10/10 for writer. :) :)
Yes, the poem is correctly titled ' A Tearful Tribute.......' We, Indians, have forgotten everything for which Mahatama Gandhi stood for...great write.10/10
Gandhi's principles and his ideologies are no longer being followed by todays generation, even generation before that.......his teachings have thus gathered dust and so has his statue........had our nation walked towards his path, may be we would not have been in such a state as we are today......an excellent write Mam
We stand before Mahathmaji with bent heads as we are away from Gandhian principles while treading the path of a materialistic life. Gandhi stands tall and high before us irrespective of dilution done to his very ideology of true Indianess. A great tribute indeed Madam Valsa... PS: Pl check the inbox
Mahatma, the Grace of lord to old to meet, , , , , Crows perched on tonsured head, His shoulders stained with bird droppings, Never once had he a cold shower, ....' This great poetess revolted against the mindless materialism...
Building of statues has become a political fashion with no consideration for maintenance of the monuments. Even living politicians have countless replicas in concrete with colorful facelifts. Mahatma, the noble soul, watches in silence. Only poet can see him walking away in the quiet of the night. Beautiful poem showing how things are.
I appreciate the way of presentation of this poem. It is really a tearful tribute to Mahathmaji. Great work.10