{For 2nd October,2021}
Gandhi became a Mahatma,even before
He was raised to the state of martyrdom,
By the bullets of a brazen,beastly hand.
History elucidates the elasticity of time.
The faster,the passing expansion of time,
The firmer it comes back to its usual spell.
As twelve months shrink into one year,
The past becomes a processed,tinned stuff.
New generation,media-made masterminds,
Keep playing a well designed popularity game.
They bake their half remembered past,
With their casually composed key board tunes,
That mesmerise the website borne mind mills.
Revised lyrics of their newly scripted history,
Reverberate with racy rhythms everywhere,
Delivering a remix of the Mahatma melodies.
Today Gandhi is present in portraits,statues
And in the half -willing currency notes,
But not in the minds of the new wave stalwarts.
They colourfully display some Gandhi myths
With myriad new shades of the Gandhi times.
Their Gandhi myths being granules of gimmicks,
Are dissolved in the liquid smiles of the Mahatma,
That simply radiate the resilience of time's Truth.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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