poem by Mahatma Gandhiji

tinytips
tinytips / 6 yrs ago /
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ON THE OCCASSION OF INDEPENDENCE DAY I WOULD INTRODUCE A POEM WRITTEN BY GANDHIJI.. THIS POEM IS AN EXCELLENT GUJARATI POEM TOLD BY A TEACHER TO GANDHI WHICH HE LATER TRANSLATED IN TO ENGLISH.THE MEANING OF THE POEM IS MARVELLOUS.HERE'S THE POEM,,,,,,


FOR A BOWL OF WATER GIVE A GOODLY MEAL,
FOR A KINDLY GREETING BOW THOU DOWN THE ZEAL,
FOR A SIMPLE PENNY PAY THOU BACK WITH GOLD;
IF THY LIFE BE RESCUDE ,LIFE DO NOT WITH HOLD.
THUS THE WORDS AND ACTIONS OF THE WISE REGARD;
EVERY LITTLE SERVICE TEN FOLD THEY REWARD
BUT TRULY NOBLE KNOW ALL MEN AS ONE
AND RETURN WITH GLADNESS GOOD FOR EVIL DONE


THIS GUJARATI DIDACTIC STANZA GRIPPED HIS MIND AND HEART.IT'S PRECEPT  
"RETURN GOOD FOR EVIL"
BECAME HIS GUIDING PRINCIPLE.IT BECAME  SUCH A PASSION WITH HIM THAT HE BEGAN NUMEROUS EXPERIMENTS IN IT.

I WISH ALL THE MEMBERS OF SULEKHA A VERY HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY.


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