Author: Sheela Chalapathi ramananda, India

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A glittering gem in the tiara of this ancient land,
Bapu,you are one of the greatest sons of our motherland.

You were first and foremost a great and noble human being
Who was loving and compassionate to every living being.

'Satyameva jayathe was what you preached and practised,
With a steadfastness that could never be antagonised!

Your motto of non-violence set patriotism afire
With which you brought down a mighty empire.

Sitting worshiping at the 'chakra',the spinning wheel
You spun yarns and yarns of cloth with a great zeal!

Covering your frail body with nothing but a piece of cloth
You enthralled the whole world with your inner strength!

Offering prayers with the masses,every morning and evening
You also left this worldly abode at a prayer meeting!

Your 'My Experiments with Truth" is a soothing balm
Which can make this terror-ridden world become calm.

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THE VARIOUS AGES OF THE MAHATAMA

THE MANY FACES OF THE BUILDERS OF A NATIO

LOOKING AT THE WORLD AS THE MAHATAMA SAW IT

Great, Wide, Beautiful, Wonderful World

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast--
World, you are beautifully drest.

The wonderful air is over me,
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree,
It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.

You friendly Earth! how far do you go,
With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles,
And people upon you for thousands of miles?

Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
I tremble to think of you, World, at all;
And yet, when I said my prayers to-day,
A whisper inside me seemed to say,
"You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot:
You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!"

William Brighty Rands

THE FAVORITE HYMN OF THE MAHATAMA

Lead Kindly Light Hymn

Lead, kindly Light, amid th’encircling gloom, lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on.
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till the night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile, which I
Have loved long since, and lost awhile!

Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Savior, lead me home in childlike faith, home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.

WE COULD MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE

RESPECT FOR ONE ANOTHER IS MOST IMPORTANT

RSPECT FOR RELIGON. THE CREATOR IS ONLY ONE

LESSONS TO LEARN FROM THE MAHATAMA