The Eternal Light of Truth

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The Eternal Light of Truth

O Bapu, your eyes saw the world
not as it is,
but as it should be.
You saw the hunger behind the feast,
the tears behind the laughter,
the truth behind the lies.

Your voice spoke softly,
yet it shook the hearts of kings.
Your hands did not strike,
yet they built a nation.

You taught us that truth is not fragile,
but stronger than walls.
That it does not ask permission,
it only waits for courage.

You lived for the world,
yet you asked for nothing.
Your hunger fed the poor,
your fasts healed the conscience of the mighty.

You bore insults,
yet your heart never hardened.
You bore chains,
yet your spirit soared higher than freedom itself.

Even in silence,
you were a teacher.
Even in stillness,
you were a revolution.

You said, “Truth alone triumphs,”
and lived every moment to prove it.
You said, “Nonviolence is the mightiest force,”
and the earth felt its weight.

You turned your life into scripture,
not written on paper,
but written in deeds,
in footsteps,
in sacrifices.

You taught that the weak are strong
when guided by principle,
and the powerful are weak
without it.

You said, “Service to humanity
is the highest prayer.”
And you walked every path
with this mantra in your heart.

Your spinning wheel spun not just cotton,
but courage.
Your sandals touched not just dust,
but dreams.
Your simplicity shone brighter than jewels,
your humility, higher than crowns.

You carried no sword,
yet defeated empires.
You bore no crown,
yet reigned in the conscience of millions.

Even when bullets fell,
even when hatred raged,
your lips whispered only “Ram.”
Even death could not silence your soul.

O Bapu, the world today is noisy,
yet your whisper is still heard
by those who dare to listen.
Your path is crowded,
yet empty to the distracted eye.

You gave your life for truth,
yet demanded none in return.
You bled for justice,
yet offered only compassion.

Your legacy is not in statues or streets,
but in hearts that still beat for right.
Your light is not in flames or flags,
but in the conscience of every living being
who chooses love over hatred.

You taught us that sacrifice is not sorrow,
but strength.
That patience is not weakness,
but power.
That one man, guided by truth,
can change the world.

Even today,
your shadow walks beside the humble,
your hand guides the lost,
your gaze consoles the weary.

O Father of the Nation,
O Saint of the Truth,
your life is a lamp
that no darkness can extinguish.

We may stumble,
we may falter,
yet your light remains.
We may forget your lessons,
yet your spirit whispers still:

“Walk with honesty, speak with courage,
love without limits,
serve without pride.
This is the path of truth,
this is the way to freedom.”

And so, O Bapu, your light endures —
eternal, unbroken,
a flame in the heart of humanity,
a star guiding every age.

The earth may change,
empires may rise and fall,
yet the truth you carried
will walk forever.

You were no king, no conqueror —
you were the soul of India,
and the conscience of the world.

Even in silence, your voice teaches.
Even in ashes, your spirit lives.
Even in centuries yet to come,
your truth will shine,
like the eternal sun,
unchallenged, unwavering, divine.

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