Nonviolence dancing at the end of the eyes of
the ‘great saint’ who took the cup of poison
Compassion brimming over the heavy looks of
the ‘ascetic of love’ leaving his darling
Peace on forehead of the ‘man of Mercy’
Who died for us on the Cross
Vow shining in heart of ‘hero supreme’
fighting for freedom
all formed into a baby of Putlibai
who bore the rich merit age-old
of Indians’ in a house in
Porbandar
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