Missile Man Poem by Aranthabailu Ummar

A genius man even thou nation made him wide
Have no future, left nothing to remind
Whom may pray lasting at peace
His fame is same like a womb of nothing

Kept the charm, curling hair in young & old
In the mood of silent agreed all deeds
Spread some messages at nature calm
Bye the way it reach, admired the womb of sleep

A man at secular shouldered with orthodox
What was his practice, in the court nothing to say
Bowed to idol & to statue of folk enemy
Who founded for, a folk out from nation

To pray for, nothing has tied up
To drop on, nothing has begotten
To remember, nothing has left
To praise, nothing has made

A nation of multi are in multi notions
By the name all measured in a single yes
Ages comes after he too in the same
The colour & creed will effect the memorial

A vast of twenty people can make nest for rest
Has made memorial for his name burrying in it
The village where he come up has no mean
But will remain as routine in the nation