TO THE CHILD
D. V. Sahani
Move,
move, move
Like
the silent flow
Of
the deep river
That’s
steady tho’ slow
Bloom,
bloom, bloom
Like
blooming flowers
Spreading
every where
Their
sweet frangrance.
Become,
become, become
Whatever
may come
Someone
like Gandhi
The
Father of the Nation.
Burn,
burn, burn
Like
the live coal
And
never stop
Till
you reach the goal.
March,
march, march
And
in your hands
A
lighted torch
To
burn all evils
Rise,
rise, rise
Like
the rising Sun
Dispelling
darkness
Delighting
everyone.
Grow,
grow, grow
Like
the ray of hope
In
a tender heart
That’s
unable to cope.