‘Tell me Bapu, Who is a True Karmayogi?
Asked young Subhash of me as he bid goodbye.’
‘It depends, Subhash Babu’, said I.
Each may be a
Karmayogi in his own way.
You, with your Radical methods.
Sardar, with his Agitational.
Maybe even me, with my Pacifist.
But the only True Karmayogi I know, Is the man Bharat calls
Because from his stoic
we all have learnt not to grieve.
And from the trials and
tribulations of his life,he has learnt,
Not to let the world see
world see him grieve.
For a true Yogi knows
that it is not the end result that defines him.
But the selfless effort
he puts in to try achieving the result.
Knowing fully well that
he may not live, to reap the sweet fruits of liberty,
He keeps watering the
Nurturing it from seed,
to sapling, to young, strong tree,
All the while he himself
So that future
generations can savour a Karmayogi’s heartfelt bless.
He is a Karmayogi who
gives up his ambitions,to serve his family in need.
One who hesitates not
for a moment to give up his job,so well heeled?
To take on the might
British Empire, and put a halt to its insatiable greed.
Ready to auction off
even the clothes on his back,
Just so that his
students will not before the Oppressors, have to ever kneel.
‘And so Subhash, as you set out on your quest to bring down
I ask you to follow Pandit Malaviya’s example.
You may have to bear Disrespect, Disgrase and Disease.
But be it Heat or Cold, Insult or Injury,
Like Mahamana you too Subhas Chandra, will have to endure
Then, and only then will you transition into a True