Narendra Modi,
How sober and grave
Does he look to, appear to be,
Narendra Modi,
In the kurta and pyjamas
With the golden specs
Over the face,
A Gujarati-speaking
Taking by storm
With his beautiful rhetoric
And oratorical excellence!
Age reflecting over his face
And he is not a young man,
But an aged fellow,
Golden brown,
Brown-faced and glistening,
Looking grave-grave,
Sober-sober and serious,
The new Prime minister of Minister.
The golden specs over the face
Golden and brown
With the little-little white beards
And white hairs
And he in the kurta and pyjamas,
Making the speeches
Laced with his mission and vision
Of building India,
The plans for the future,
The need to build it,
Construct as per the dreams
Seen and envisaged.
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