Dr.A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

As people looked on,
A frail figure with smiling lips;
A goblet brimming with knowledge;
Hair flowing around his face,
He strode on the world stage.
He was a man blessed with
the power of absolute simplicity;
Not engulfed by the wrath of power,
A vision was set deep in his eyes -
The vision of a country,
A vision for its citizens,
Vision 2020.

A bright boy hailing from a small town,
He rose up to become the First Citizen.
Love oozed as he spoke;
Love for his country.
A gem set in a piece of marble,
Blessed he was.
Aye, he was blessed.
Blessed to lead our country,
Blessed with the fire -
The fire burning fiercer than flame,
Its yellow luminescence clearly seen,
Its radiance lighting young minds.
It was the fire of a patriot.

Love for his country glistens in him.
Every breath he exhales,
Every word he speaks, is for his country.
The word ‘India’ echoes in his stirrup.
A mighty man with steel-like strength, he is.
And, I know you know who he is,
The man who is blessed,
The man who has our country in his eyes.
The man with a vision-
Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam.

The Bombay Rail

The long, blue train that sped past

Left me gaping and aghast

As I stood lone on the platform

On that bright Monday morn.

The speed of the train left me praying,

And reminded me of the saying,

"A train on the track is worth two in the yard,"

As sung by many a Bombay bard.

A large congregation gathered beside the tracks,

With full briefcases, luggage and packs,

Which left me chuckling at the thought

Of whether they get on with all that lot.

But yet again, I was proved wrong,

For these people seemed athlete-born!

One lift of the foot,

And one kick of the boot,

They sprang into the moving train,

As they do when it does rain.

Bursting at its seams, the train sped away,

With people safe inside, all merry and gay.

But this train is truly a lifeline,

For all those who race against time.

I smiled as I stood on the platform

On that bright Monday morn.