A Tribute To The ‘wings Of Fire’ Dr Apj Abdul Kalam - Poem by MBJ Pancras
Thro’ indispensable moments of time he dreamt and not in sleep,
And he never slept to dream; yet his dreams have awakened countless youth,
His ‘Wings of Fire’ ignited slack spirit to recreate itself,
And flames of agility spread across the sky of the boundless velocity.
Born in a remote corner of the Indian soil the infant inhaled the air of science,
Wrapped with the clothes torn and patched breathing poverty all the way.
A child prodigy was he born in a hut built of poverty,
And grown thro’ the reality of hunger, yet with gravity of determination
With the dream as a man of science flying rockets in dreams
He wore clothes of simplicity; walked through the garden of gentleness,
Engrossed in dreams awakening, embraced with ideals strategic
His words of power, hidden in silence, stirred the minds of the young and the old.
Time and again he lived in dreams of new visions of his motherland,
A global Indian crowned with humility and decked with honesty was he,
Each of the moments he spent was a lasting dream to soar high,
A mentor was he with his mission to the youth! An incredible Missile Man! ’
Whose inspiration redefines every soul of the world with his magic philosophy.
He took each of us to the land of fancy where life would be ethically scientific,
His flight to the world of science did wonders beyond the limited sky
When his rockets penetrated the limited atmosphere,
And the whole of the world stood in awe in praise of his magic speed.
Man of versatility was he, yet shared his genii with all.
A soul that loved Green Revolution scoring countless trees for plantation,
Ever raised cry for forestation in each sapling planted around one’s life.
Each soul across the world speaks of his adoption for a life to live,
And he hath become everyone’s son true to one’s heart.
He soared high; yet he never looked high,
He never looked down; and never made any soul look down.
Selflessly he raised a kingdom for all in the universe;
Yet he made all subjects to rule the kingdom together.
He lived a youth and ignited the latent seeds of the youth.
His voyage thro’ ebbs and tides built swimmers for the nation.
He made all of us his family, and we are his family.
Whose ideals and footprints deeply rooted in the young and the old,
He’s the book of treasure ethically transformed and perfected within
And every youth who reads him can dream ‘Kalam’s dreams’.
The fully-blossomed Youth Icon hath he been with his ‘Wings of Fire’
Whose fragrance traverses through the living souls.
Beacon of the youth, he’s the guiding star ever shining,
His teachings of diligence and conscientiousness deny falsity,
Whose logic shall transform every soul to dream beyond barriers -
Barriers of superstition, of fear, of sluggishness, of ego, of pride.
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