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(For my Daughters)
He stood alone
brave strode ahead
though likes of Churchill
dear wished him dead

Nor did he seek
the philosopher’s stone
no thrones to covet
humble flesh and bone

True to his Values
ached for The Good
doomed as is often
to be misunderstood

He was his very own
a rare feat today
where paradigm-bound
we enter the fray

Ready risked his skin
to prove his platitude(s)
though some saw him stark
rustic and rude

Did not much matter
Be it right or wrong
bespoke his own truth
and a world went along

Sought no royal road
high Idylls to save
paths of such hubris
but bend to the grave

Some did adorn him
others heaped scorn
was unmoved by either
to placid manner born

Mild against Evil
cleft bold to the Right
of the human in All
nor once losing sight

To dwell but in Peace
to succor the Weak
to protest the Tyrant
of such did he speak

They slew him swift then
they’d do it yet again
Love hath no respite
Where(ever) Hate rules Men

I know little of gods
still less of paradise
but crave more his kind
meek gentle and wise

Lived as he died
as simple as plain
now he’s owned by history
even legerdemain

* Birth Anniversary October 02 (1869)

[© R.Kanth 2022]


Professor Rajani Kanth, is Author of Coda (Novel) , A Day in the Life (Novel), and Expiations (Verse)

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