After Going Through The Papers Of Nathuram Godse Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Was he a patriot,
Was he a nationalist,
Was he a martyr?

Did he salute him
Before shooting him
Fanatically?

Did he not come to feel it,
He was a great soul,
Did he not?

Gandhi took the shell,
Fell down to the bullet,
Nathuram, Nathuram.

You won't,
Won't sleep,
Nathuram, Nathuram.

Hey Ram,
Hey Ram, with these words,
With these words, the old man fell down.

Didn't, didn't you feel pity,
Pity for the old,
The old man, Nathuram, Nathuram?

The winds wailing, wailing,
Men and women breaking down,
Gandhi, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi is no more, no more.

People grabbing, grabbing him
And trying not to flee,
But surrendering, surrendering himself.

Trying, trying to say something,
Trying, trying to say something,
Why, why did I, did I?

Now, now stand you, stand you
As a culprit, a culprit,
A convict, a convict in the court of justice!

Why did you,
Did you, Nathuram, at the instigation
Of someone?

I know it,
Know it, Jinnah,
Jinnah too had been as such.

But he did not,
Did not shoot Gandhi
Though was divisive.

Nathuram,
Why did you,
Did a great soul rarely to be born again?

What,
What drove to,
What, Nathuram?

At whose provocation
Whose provocation,
Did you, did you execute this?

Why did,
Did I shoot Gandhi,
Why did I?

Didn't, didn't you repent for,
Repent for
Killing him?

Nathuram, Nathuram, say you,
Say you not,
Beg you, beg you pardon!

And he will,
He will,
The Great Soul!

Nathuram, after marking you,
Feel I, feel I,
Why did you, did you?

Why did you, did you sin it,
Sin it, Nathuram,
Nathuram?

Had the death of Gandhi,
Gandhi planned,
Planned as thus?

Had,
Had his death,
Had, had he not to die a simple death?