poems

 

it was a pleasure

to sing

it was a gift of dance

it was a pleasure to be over there and knowing gandhiji fully at the picnic the thrill was there and we were just like wow what was gandhiji really where did he lived , what food he had , what work he used to do and the main point was that we saw his room where he use do charkha and all when we walked in misses kasturba’s room it was the feeling coming in our minds thst kasturba stills lives there it was all real ………..believe in me

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