Swami Vivekanand
Clad in untailored saffron cloth
Was walking down once
In a street of Chicago,
When a lady raised
Apprehension with her kin
If he was a gentleman!
The swami overheard her
Unsolicited remarks
Walked up to her
And sought an excuse
To politely tell her...
While in her country
A tailor makes a gentleman
But in his country
It's the character of man
That makes a gentleman.
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