The Bespectacled Spectator

Posted: June 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

Through my master’s eyes

i saw the masses cry,
“Quit India,Quit India”
As he walked the miles
I saw all their smiles
The salt march
did raise quite a storm
for the grime and dust
did haze my form
‘Thud’ i saw Gandhi fall
Now I lie on the hard ground
His sweat trickling down my cold frame
and my glass eyes;round, round
Seem no longer to look the same
The fall caused my glass to shatter
Now …….that didn’t matter
I wait patiently for my limp master to rise
….But i hear the loud cries
,”Gandhi Dies”,”Gandhi Dies” …….

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