No Less A Son
No Less A Son
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<p>His name was Sardar Ranjit Singh,</p>
<p>The Mallee was his home,</p>
<p>With filmy silks and spices rich</p>
<p>From town to town he'd roam.</p>
<p>No caste had he: he was a Sikh.</p>
<p>Yet oft'he said to me;</p>
<p>“Before I go, before I die,</p>
<p>I'd leave the wide Mallee.</p>
<p>Once I lived in Ganga's land,</p>
<p>So very long ago!</p>
<p>And I'd returned to that old place-</p>
<p>I hope before I go.</p>
<p>"But should I die before I can</p>
<p>Returned to my native shore,</p>
<p>The ashes of this body frail</p>
<p>Shall go to Bangalore."</p>
<p>The years went by and yet it was</p>
<p>But once I met his wife,</p>
<p>And that was after he had gone...</p>
<p>After he'd left this life.</p>
<p>She spread his ash on the wide Mallee</p>
<p>And through sobs she made me see:</p>
<p>"He changed his mind towards the end,</p>
<p>His home was the wide Mallee."</p>
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