Gandhi Poem

Gandhi

By: Natasha Robson

My country, it was falling apart.

I had to bow my head to unfaithful rule.

An opaque maze was all that I saw,

My hope non-existent,

My family by blood and by life

Fought every day, without a happy ending in their future.

In poverty and in shame I walked down a path,

A path not my own.

Wishing, wanting, hoping

That someone would come along,

And with a firm hand,

Lead the way to peace.

And then like a brilliant shred of light

He appeared,

A man so quiet yet so wise.

His words blossoming in his heart,

A new spring rose bursting with life.

He made his purpose known

And I perked up my ears,

He knew of a plan

With no fighting,

With no tears,

Set down your anger

And demolish your fears.

These words, being the sweet tune of a song

Like a fresh sunrise

Into a new day.

This man he was strong

And his mind was clear,

His pride set high, like a lion king.

He suffered many losses

And with each one gained a new perspective,

Of how it felt to be peace,

Blossoming from your mind, from your heart.

He reached out his sturdy limbs,

And we all clasped on,

Afraid that is we let go

It would be a pinch,

Waking us up from a most wonderful dream.

But we didn’t need to fear,

For he was a tree,

Always growing stronger and wiser and free.

He did as he promised

And led my country to freedom

And equality.

He was the man that I called father

As I followed in his footsteps,

This man,

That we called Gandhi.