There was a time
When you were our Bapu,
A Mahatma ;
For a life-time long
A tortured Atma ;
To wash away the sins of your children
You died a martyr's death ;
Now those very children
Have opened-up a shop
To sell " Gandhi-ism " ;
They are even maintaining
Two separate books of accounts,
One for income from " Unknown Sources ",
Strictly as required by the law !
Even out of curiosity
Do not venture
Anywhere near ;
No one will recognize you
Without your NSG / Z+ bodyguards !
And children from city slums
Will chase you , shouting ,
" Ben Kingsley , Ben Kingsley ",
And when they ask you for your autograph ,
Do not sign,
" Mo Ka Gandhi " !
Just pretend that you are Ben Kingsley,
TV cameras , Reporters , Anchors
Will follow in
your footsteps ;
Just forget that
You were our Bapu
!
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Free translation from my Gujarati poem , dated 30, Jan
1984
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* hemen parekh
( 13 Nov
2013 )