GANDHI LAMENTS
Prof Dr Colonel (Retired) K Prabhakar Rao
M K Gandhi is credited for leading the Indian struggle for Independence from the British rule. There is no doubt that he sacrificed greatly and suffered prison terms and persecution by the authorities. He is known for fighting against racial discrimination in South Africa before he returned to India. Gandhi practiced and preached non violence even against enemy and although India gained freedom, India was bifurcated and Pakistan was created. Gandhi was honored with titles of father of nation and Mahatma (Great soul). MK Gandhi is also severely criticized for his Muslim appeasement polices and bifurcation of India is held against his polices and consequently he was assassinated by Nathuram Vinayak Godse on 30 January 1948 at Birla Mandir while proceeding for the prayer. Sixty years have passed since gaining of independence and over these years, the politicians in India have used Gandhi’s name for acquiring power and winning elections while Gandhi is discarded into a dustbin. The moral path shown by him is discarded and the politics in the country have become a cess pool and India has earned greatest ill reputation as the most corrupt nation in the world. Democracy is on paper while in spirit and practice it is violated to the hilt. Dynastic rule is the order of the day. The moral fiber has dissipated. Gandhi’s soul hovering in the sky without attaining peace probably must be crying loud beating its bared bony chest with anguish at the fallen norms and failure of his vision if he had any. Probably, he must be repenting for getting freedom for India after seeing the downfall in India. His anguish is presented as a set of poems.

GANDHI LAMENTS
I am the Gandhi weak and bold
Many thought I had infact no hold
Some felt I lacked the guts
But, I am sure they are all some sort of crazy nuts

I gave up my life that these guys might live
But I see in India in politics many rascals and cheats thrive
Throughout my struggle I put on a cloth piece
But I see the selfish leaders getting fat with butter and peas

I am the Gandhi bald and real
Have fasted for days without a gram of gruel
Traveled around in coaches of third class
Leaders have pushed India down the mountain pass

I put on only shriveled loin cloth
Got sunk deep in Englishman’s wrath
Sweeped the roads and dirty toilets in India
But never cared for publicity in any media

Many guys thought I was insane and mad
I really felt for them very sad
Some must have wanted my severed head
They were greatly relieved finally when I was shot dead

I thank Godse who shot me with a reliable pistol
Or else I would have run away to live in Bristol
I never craved for any political power
Although my men rushed to reach top of tower

Today I stand desolate on roadside rotten cement piers
With flowing tears down the bony cheeks oh dear!
Never had I craved for any name and fame
While pseudo Gandhian pushed India into blazing flame

Although I wrote some good books
None are read by today’s crooks
The Charkha* that I used to lovingly spin
Vanished into history into all’s grin

* Charkha. A hand driven wooden spinning wheel for spinning yarn

I was the man who preferred local industry
While our leaders prefer imported whisky
My statues are dirty and in pathetic state
And I can only weep for my sorry fate

I failed to propagate noble prohibition
Although it remained my life’s ambition
Tried to solve vexed Hindu Muslim difference
And Godse shot me with great grievance

I find my statues at crossings of roads
With surroundings full of garbage and toads
Crows are seen sitting on my smooth baldhead
With their droppings smeared all over as white lead

Once in a year the leaders remember my name
To wash their sins and get into fame
On my date of birth patriotic songs are played
While in police stations poor are cruelly flayed

At Rajghat@ leaders congregate on my death day
Close their eyes and pretend as if they pray
Charka spinning on this day is the greatest joke
Once over all run to gulp a bottle of rum and coke

@ Rajghat. It is a place in Delhi on the banks of river Jamuna where Gandhi was cremated and now a memorial stands in his forgotten memory
My name is used by all and sundry
Although with my name they are weary
The poor Indian sentiments are greatly used
By those with whom mischief is fused

Indian masses are on a wrong path
And innocents face brutal police wrath
The leaders sleep in tall ivory towers
While Gandhi’s name used to stay in power

Innocent Gandhi is lost in history books
While crooks rule India at every nook
Mayhem and murder are committed by the brutes
While the rulers remain dumb, deaf and mute

I am the Gandhi bald and too sad
For giving power to all these insane and mad
The nation is rocking as a ship in fiery seas
While the leaders run for power as busy bees

I am the Gandhi bald and also bold
My men have no conscience that they have sold
I feel really sorry for making India free
As leaders in India have climbed corruption tree

I Brought freedom to India from foreign yoke
Yet democracy in India has become a great joke
Leaders change colors as a garden lizard
These men infact are the greatest national hazard

I am the Gandhi strong and grim
And I maintained my body very trim
Youth of today are busy with dance and dice
While their vigor is ruined by the drinking vice

I am the Gandhi now old and sick
Recommend to Indians a mighty kick
Freedom is not meant for misuse
The nation would finally land up in a bin of refuse

As father of nation I have no greed
India however is split on caste and creed
I feel sorry for the state of the Indian nation
Yet I do not see in future any salvation

My name is used for the main streets
Where bars and whores are plenty to treat
No one raises a finger in protest
And Indians find it very easy to digest

Some stand as Gandhi at road junctions
While people flip coins in great appreciation
Gandhi’s name is the joke of the day
While pseudo Gandhis are all in the fray

In silver paint he stands with a cloth across the groin
Waiting for the guys to throw a coin
Passers throw at him a glance
In fiery mid day heat he stands in a trance

I went on fasts in great devotion
To set the balls of protests in to motion
Pseudo Gandhis fast for silly issues
Taking care however not to damage their tissues

Gandhian era was over with last century
While ethics are stored in a near by mortuary
All the leaders are in the dirty rat race
Many are sure to be shamed and loose their face

I am the Gandhi the bald and frank
Although many feel that I was a crank
Professed to people to be afraid of God
While some nuts shook their heads as buffaloes nod

I am the Gandhi with lot of guts
Many felt that I was the greatest nut
Politics in India have collected lot of rust
And many are crazy for the ever growing lust

Gandhi’s name is the gateway for duping people
While poor go hungry with rich eating rosy apple
None is bothered for the father of nation
While army guys hang around waiting at railway stations

I am the Gandhi the real hero
While the present pseudo Gandhis are a big zero
Gandhi’s name is used as a word of magic
But people have failed to use their heads and logic

I am the Gandhi of freedom movement
While pseudo Gandhis have ruined the government
Real Gandhi languished in British jails
While the present Gandhis have put nation off the rails

I am the Gandhi who can weep and then sleep
Now my deeds are buried fathoms deep
I freed India from the British shackles
While some prefer to wear again the British hackles

I feel sorry and getting mad
For peoples wisdom and the maddening fad
I pray to the God to give them some wisdom
And save India from becoming some ones kingdom

At times my statues are blasted by bombs
Some communists want my memory to be in tombs
The heads of my statues are cut with a crude knife
In India without Gandhi congress has no political life

I wanted the congress to be closed and rolled up
While my men never wanted to give up the golden cup
Lost is my golden India of my sweet dreams
As Indian ladies run after foreign face creams

Some of my statues are without a stick in my hand
And a rum bottle is stuck in the hand by a vagabond
Strings of flags are tied to my weak neck
While urchins nearby play dice to try their luck

I am the Gandhi the most simple
And gave Britishers scores of oozing pimples
The sun that never sank on the English horizon
Finally sunk when we fought in unison

I am the Gandhi without any teeth
Have given the nation free air to breath
People have taken me to be real mad guy
And all are buys eating roasted chicken and fish fry

I dreamt of India of being a Ram Raj
Having thrown out the British barge
India has grown to be a most corrupt nation
As army swallows tons of free rations

I was humane and loved all animals
Some curators in India ea taway caged mammals
Tigers are skinned in Indian zoos
These crimes are passed into police history pages

I am the Gandhi with low blood pressure
And tried to reduce communal fissures
Leaders in India create vote banks
And they in parliament play many pranks

I am the Gandhi with a stick and book
No one cares to give me a second look
I am happy that I am dead long ago
Or else would have suffered damage to my ego

I always loved Subhash$
Although men projected him to be harsh
Netaji and Nehru# were my eyes
But I failed to stop children’s cries

$ Subhash… Netaji Subhash Chadra Bose
# Nehru… Jawahar lal Nehru, First PMi of India

Indian nation is unfair to my deeds
Nation is ruined by castes and creeds
My dream of India is down the falls of Colorado
Ethics have disappeared as the bird DODO%

% Dodo… Australian land bird that became extinct

My name is given to some colleges
Where parents are subjected to pillage
Guys do not know who Mohandas Gandhi was
They say that I was the son of India Gandhi

I am the Gandhi weak and frail
And Indians are after tasty meat of a quail
I taught Indians power of a strike
But it has landed India in great strife

The real Gandhi had no hair on his head
Yet my statues are painted black and red
Weeds and creepers surround my statues
As Indians have lost all the moral values

My statues are erected at some vital places
From the pedestal I watch the guys moving like Asses
The area is busy in darkness of night
Where men are found to drink to their might

These places are famous for courting whores
They abound these spots infected with many sores
I feel sad and helpless at the fallen norms
While the rich exploit poor in their farms

Gandhism in India is already dead
While kids in India cry for a piece of bread
Leaders in India have let me down
Most of these men are nothing but a simple clown

I feel sorry for partition of our land
As Muslims refused to join our brass band
I tried to help our Muslim brethren
And Godse shot me and forced me to live in the heaven

I hate to see Indians on a corruption tree
And I thank Godse for putting lead into me free
Criminals in Kashmir are playing Pakistan’s band
As India is scared to protect our own land

I sang the prayer in praise of Lord Ram
It was not liked by men in city of tram*
Some nut questioned whether Rama studied at an Engineering college
Such guys would finally disappear into wild foliage

* Tram.. It is the city Madras where Trams continued for long

I am Gandhi much blamed by men
They abuse me in filthiest way that I can not even pen
My soul wanders without any solace and peace
While corrupt leaders and men wet their palms with grease

END
I doubt to nuts in India these poems would make any difference
The leaders have thick hide and to elders they lost reverence
It is like playing a flute in front of a foolish ass and a dud water buffalo
And these corrupt men would laugh it off saying "Hoi" and ‘hello’
JAI HIND

Who cares for Gandhi...?
Dr K Prabhakar Rao
Dynastic rule in India is Gandhi''s gift to India that is unable to come out of this cess pool. Gandhi although deserves some credit for mobilising public opinion for freedom , can''t be given full credit for independence. Netaji is the person who really deserved the credit. He was potent and a man of action.Wordl war II resulted in serious weakening of British Empire and Indian national Army raised by Netaji made a very great impact on the English governmnet. The revolt of naval ratings before independence was alos one of the imporant factor. These literally forced England to part with sub continent not before ruining its oneness.The secrets of politics played at the time of partition are not revealed and any discussioin on Gandhi''s debatable role is a taboo. Inspite of gandhis ram Bhajan ( prayers) and Hindu Muslim hao Bahi slogans pakistan could not be prevented from evolving. Why congress could not adjust with Muslim league is an unsolved mystery. Any questioning of Gnadhi is a taboo in India. He is blindly worshipped inspite of some of his serious failures. Yet Gandhi evolved internationally as an apostle od peace and non violence. There were some good qualities with him. But only goodness is not sufficient. He failed to give us united India. On the other hand he led us to partition of the subcontinent and it beame fait accompli. The myth will be blown out once a person reads Nathuram''s statement that was banned for several years and still continues to be supressed. Gandhi literally blackmailed the Govt to dish-out Rs 55 Crore to Pakistan in 1948 and at last this resulted in his being gunned down. He went to extremes of appaesement of Muslims. India is in the grip of misrule by selfish parties who treat the nation as a real estate. People lack national spirit and run after family name like sheep. It is a real shame and getting some name in IT sector is not the end... The country is standing on very shaky foundations.

Gandhi
Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 01/24/2008 - 22:23.
Mr. Rao...nice blog
There are three or four articles on my site on Mr. Mohdas Gandhi. Sorry about it, but there may be a difference in opinion on Mr. Gandhi....but I share like your site and your ideas.
http://moinansari.wordpress.com/2007/12/25/six-stories-of-mohandas-gandh...
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Gandhis memory is a mist
Dr K Prabhakar Rao
Gandhis memory is a mist of haze
It is out of sight of every ones gaze
His name is now a spent force
And none will have now any remorse
His actions and conduct are still of debate
And many have burnt and some hate
Still he is father of the nation
To use his name is also a great fashion

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