Denials: Not The End

/ October 4, 2017

Daily Prompt: Deny

Treat not denials like the end, but like windows,

To new destinations, awaiting an expedition.

Like this man, to some known as Gandhi, 

To others as the ‘Father of the Nation’. 

That fated day, a denial born of racial arrogance,

Became the seed of a revolution. 

One denial that led to a  nation finding its lost voice,

And the man, his one true ambition.

In response to the Daily Prompt Word: Deny

I know it’s not Gandhi Jayanti anymore, but it’s never too late to pay tribute to the man who played a pivotal role in our Fight for Freedom.

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Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi.

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Image credits: Hindustan Times

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64 thoughts on “Denials: Not The End”

  12. Nice one to bring father of the nation into memory. Anyone who earned the love and affection of so many millions and regarded as the leader to earn the father of the nation title is simply the greatest

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  16. His strength was innate
    His heart was great
    He did not budge to their dictum
    He had his own strong ambition
    This denial spurred him into greater action
    He fight was against the biggest nation
    He only had a had a walking stick and bare hands
    But he triumphed the army of great nation
    He was my father of Nation.

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  17. Those thoughts were much deride
    That opulence vanished in the night sky
    I was a pauper in deep strife
    Those petunias had some nefarious design
    I stuck with him like a lost bird
    He had an ulterior motive
    He was there for throne and motifs
    O Me Poor Me
    I was the heiress to that sinister throne

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  19. Those thoughts were much deride
    That opulence vanished into the night sky
    I was a pauper in deep strife
    Those petunias had some nefarious design
    I stuck to him like a lost bird
    He had something else on his mind
    He had an ulterior motive
    He was there for that wretched throne
    O Me Poor Me
    I was the heiress to that sinister throne

    This is the best I can do. Now publish it without naming me if yo can.

    This is so girly and unlike me. hehehe, I never thought I will write something like this

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