Me and Gandhi
I have Two eyes ,He also two legs,
I rest on Chair,He also needed beds.
He passed the virtue while blessing with hand,
But I picked a fight, while raising my hand.
He uttered truth only, opened when mouth,
and I talk a north, when doing a South.
Gandhi is Gandhi and I am me How?
Difference is this much of Jackal and Cow.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
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