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Valsa George


Second Going (Resubmission) - A Tearful Tribute to Mahathmaji


At the prime junction,
Where three roads converged,
They set up a statue,
In mortar and cement.

The Mahatma in loin clothes,
Supported on a staff,
With spectacles on nose,
Stood erect on the pedestal.

The oldsters passed,
Bowing their heads.
The youngsters dashed,
Screeching their horns.
The kiddies paced,
Staring at the outlandish figure.

Exposed to sun and rain,
Covered with smut and dirt,
Stood the Mahatma,
Staring at the passing crowd.

Crows perched on tonsured head,
His shoulders stained with bird droppings,
Never once had he a cold shower,
His soiled mien, resembling a clown.

Silently witnessed many a brawl,
Blood and gore dazed his eyes,
Ghastly scenes constantly unfurled,
Street urchins, raiding trash bins,
With stray dogs that greedily devoured,
Every bit of morsel, left uncared.


Everything around looked dismal,
Save the sly politicians in starched white,
Home spun ‘Khadi’, camouflaging their self,
Itching palms, needing constant greasing.




Congregated they at the Gandhi Square,
The day prior to 'Gandhi Jayandhi'.
What should be the agenda……?
They waxed eloquent.
Opinions differed,
Interests clashed,
Discussions lengthened,
Consensus never reached,
Each faction with an axe to grind,
Venom spit,
Hatred spawned,
Knives swished,
Gore spilled,


Speechless stood the Mahatma,
A fiery spirit possessed his self.
When night descended,
When darkness filled,
When the town clock tolled, the midnight hour,
He descended the pedestal in silent rage,
Off with the staff! With sturdy gait,
Never casting a backward glance,
He walked in haste……….
Sans terminus……………!

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

October 2nd is Mahathmaji's birthday. Unfortunately Gandhiji is reduced to a decript shadow of his old self. When he braved the indomitable British might with his weapons of Non Violence and Satyagraha, many had doubts about the potency of his weapons, but time proved how effective they were.

By embracing a life of voluntary austerity, Gandhiji revolted against the mindless materialism which he feared would strip the world bare like locusts. But to the new generation, he is reduced to a mere statue, erected here and there. Among the hypocritical ideological factions, he is just a name for playing political gimmicks. Those who have some goodness left in them cannot but mourn this devaluation

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Sreelekha Premjit (3/8/2014 10:42:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,922 Points Khairul Ahsan (11/17/2013 1:37:00 PM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,231 Points Tajudeen Shah (10/7/2013 1:37:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,381 Points Diane Hine (10/6/2013 1:03:00 AM)

    Brilliant conclusion to your thoughtful poem - an image that stays with the reader. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 296 Points Harindhar Reddy (10/4/2013 9:02:00 AM)

    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. :) :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 501 Points Tribhawan Kaul (10/3/2013 6:16:00 AM)

    Yes, the poem is correctly titled ' A Tearful Tribute.......' We, Indians, have forgotten everything for which Mahatama Gandhi stood for...great write.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 199 Points Kavya . (10/3/2013 1:21:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,505 Points Dinesh Nair (10/2/2013 10:34:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 954 Points Kee Thampi (10/2/2013 2:58:00 AM)

    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... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,539 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/1/2013 8:10:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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