04-07-2013, 04:02 PM
I am pretty late but here's one more for Mahatma Gandhi:
The mother was chained, her soul besieged,
her children robbed of everything dear.
A son she bore with dwindling hopes,
who would weaken the enemy's gear.
Truth was his sword, peace his armor,
he called upon his million brethren
to fight for rights, fight for freedom
and tread the path of peace and patience.
He taught the men a new warfare,
where the enemy's chest wasn't cleaved.
Where heads were not offered at the altar
of the mother's agony bereaved.
He shook the roots of tyranny's tree
without as much as a blow and blast.
He fought with the sword of truth until
freedom for the nation came at last.
The mother was chained, her soul besieged,
her children robbed of everything dear.
A son she bore with dwindling hopes,
who would weaken the enemy's gear.
Truth was his sword, peace his armor,
he called upon his million brethren
to fight for rights, fight for freedom
and tread the path of peace and patience.
He taught the men a new warfare,
where the enemy's chest wasn't cleaved.
Where heads were not offered at the altar
of the mother's agony bereaved.
He shook the roots of tyranny's tree
without as much as a blow and blast.
He fought with the sword of truth until
freedom for the nation came at last.
~Neena