Day Of Whine Poem by abdul bahis

Repeatedly whined
The day again and again …
The spring of tears
Dribbled through my face.
The day gifts,
The wounds of
Non fulfilled dreams.

It is the day,
My mahathma flew
By the hands,
Eyes were filled by yellow.

That smiles were motivating,
For secular mind.
His walking was pride
For democracy.
A man decorated by
Non-violence,
You … that is you
My mahathma ….

Why idolize today
The black hands,
Who ran to shoot…?
"GODSE" you will stand
A symbol of spy
although you idolize.
You engraved as a traitor,
Though you remembered.
You were pictured as a
Sword of crime.

I remember today,
To spread the non-violence-
On my life.
I remember today
The half-naked poor.

My india stands
With it's inheritance.
My mahathma lives,
In the heart of billions.
(JANUARY 30 -PASSING OF GANDI)