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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Second Going</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At the prime junction, <br>Where three roads converged, <br>They set up a statue, <br>In mortar and cement.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Mahatma in loin clothes, <br>Supported on a staff, <br>With spectacles on nose, <br>Stood erect on the pedestal.<br> <br>The oldsters passed, <br>Bowing their heads.<br>The youngsters dashed, <br>Screeching their horns.<br>The kiddies paced, <br>Staring at the outlandish figure.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Exposed to sun and rain, <br>Covered with smut and dirt, <br>Stood the Mahatma, <br>Staring at the passing crowd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Crows perched on tonsured head, <br>His shoulders stained with bird droppings, <br>Never once had he a cold shower, <br>His soiled mien, resembling a clown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Silently witnessed many a brawl, <br>Blood and gore dazed his eyes, <br>Ghastly scenes constantly unfurled, <br>Street urchins, raiding trash bins, <br>With stray dogs that greedily devoured, <br>Every bit of morsel, left uncared.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Everything around looked dismal, <br>Save the sly politicians in starched white, <br>Home spun ‘Khadi’, camouflaging their self, <br>Itching palms, needing constant greasing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Congregated they at the Gandhi Square, <br>The day prior to the Martyr’s Day.<br>What should be the agenda……? <br>They waxed eloquent.<br>Opinions differed, <br>Interests clashed, <br>Discussions lengthened, <br>Consensus never reached, <br>Each faction with an axe to grind, <br>Venom spit, <br>Hatred spawned, <br>Knives swished, <br>Gore spilled, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Speechless stood the Mahatma, <br>A fiery spirit possessed his self.<br>When night descended, <br>When darkness filled, <br>When the town clock tolled, the midnight hour, <br>He descended the pedestal in silent rage, <br>Off with the staff! With sturdy gait, <br>Never casting a backward glance, <br>He walked in haste……….<br>Sans terminus……………!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Valsa+George">Valsa George</a></strong></div>

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