An eagle flies in the sky above,
His shadow flows down below.
The eagle chooses where to go,
The shadow can only follow.
Above the roofs and atop the hills,
Above the lake and above the wells,
Over the woods and above the grooves,
The shadow trots on silent hooves.
Quick as the wind the shadow moves:
None to check its daring speed!
Seems as though he does not tire,
A moment's rest he does not need!
I think aloud, could Gandhi be
A shadow such as one I see?
In mysterious ways moves He.
Follows Him, Gandhi.
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