The Patriot
I am standing for peace and non-violence.
Why world is fighting
Why all people of
Are not following Mahatma Gandhi,
I am simply not understanding.
Ancient Indian Wisdom is 100% correct,
I should say even 200% correct,
But modern generation is neglecting -Too much going for fashion and foreign thing.
Other day I'm reading newspaper(Every day I'm reading Times of
To improve my English Language)How one goonda
Threw stone at Indirabehn.
Must be student unrest fellow,
I am thinking.
Friends,
Romans,
Countrymen,
I am saying (to myself)Lend me the ears.
Everything is coming -Regeneration,
Remuneration,
Contraception.
Be patiently, brothers and sisters.
You want one glass lassi?
Very good for digestion.
With little salt, lovely drink,
Better than wine;
Not that I am ever tasting the wine.
I'm the total teetotaller, completely total,
But I
Wine is for the drunkards only.
What you think of prospects of world peace?
Pakistan behaving like this,
China behaving like that,
It is making me really sad,
I am telling you.
Really, most harassing me.
All men are brothers, no?
In India
Gujaratis,
Maharashtrians,
All brothers -Though some are having funny habits.
Still, you tolerate me,
I tolerate you,
One day Ram Rajya is surely coming.
You are going?
But you will visit
Any time, any day,
I am not believing in
Always I am enjoying your company
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