Instruments have changed, passions have changed.

Talks changed, auctions too changed

Still today bapu,

While fighting, we need your weapons,

While talking clearly, we need borrowing your words only.

You were born 150 years ago, still how come you are so ‘new age’?


Be it Obama or Anna, you only are the power!
In the present & future complications we try to make plans for ourselves,

How come you planned future so early, before 150 years?

So many people joked on you,
So many poisonous blabbering,

So many raised so many objections,

Still nothing harms you even a bit!

Other great men get shocked,
Common people literally fall down.. & bump too.

But you are same!

Steady, fearless, strong!

Here we can see your name only,

On the bunch of votes,

On the roasted bread,

On every fire,

You are there in each of our words; still you are left so much more unfinished!
Baapu,

Who want power give them power,
Who want you on the rupee note, give them that.
Who want name give name,
Who want image, give image,
But dude give everyone a bit of you at least, your madness!
So much carefully I have maintained this wisdom, which is actually making me go mad at this moment!

-Sanjay Awate.