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I did not pick up the pen
To relate the tale of his action,
Today I’ll talk of the sun
Beyond the horizon,
And the river that met the ocean.
12 September, 1988.
The Sangh office at Valsad.
Sits a personality
Quite at ease
With a detached feeling,
Spreading smile
Inspiring thousands
Among a few comrades
Who have heard of him.
The body of this brave doer
Has grown fragile
Though he had arrived in Gujarat
In pink complexion
And rising youth.
Now this body has nothing
To offer to Motherland,
To the society.
And so he has decided
To go back to the land of Undeel
After a gap of forty years,
The land where he took birth,
To live the rest of his life,
This is the moment of his departure,
His farewell…his adieu.
A lighted life
Standing on the other side of horizon
Is about to bid adieu
Peacefully, quietly, healthily.
We recite the Gita,
And hear it too,
But we have witnessed for the first time
Nishkam Karmayoga