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Draped in homespun, pure and bright khadi,
He walked the earth, a beacon of the night.
A simple soul, with wisdom deep and vast,
A leader born, a hero of the past.
With every step, a silent revolution's birth,
Igniting hearts, awakening the earth.
A frail frame, yet iron-willed and strong,
He challenged empires, righting every wrong.
Through non-violence, he painted hope's bright hue,
A master strategist, a visionary true.
With hunger strikes, a weapon sharp and keen,
He shook the world, a silent, mighty scene.
A man of peace, a lover of all kind,
A gentle soul, a noble heart and mind.
His legacy lives on, a shining, guiding star,
Inspiring dreams, both near and far.
Though time may pass, his spirit will endure,
A timeless hero, forever pure and sure.
In every heart, his memory resides,
A beacon of hope, a source of pride.
Reflections of a Crazy Soul
