Dr. Kalam, Our Prepossessing Teacher Poem by Rohit Pandey

I saw a dream on memory screen,
Dr. Kalam was wearing suit but not green,
dressed in black coat like personage,
in modern look by heart true sage.
I was overwhelmed with his pacific ardourious smile,
and was lost in his aura for a while,
it's a panegyric praise for missile man,
and a person who embellished word i can.

he blossomed like a rose sorrounded by thorns of impediments,
and was essance of success from predicements,
he's a teacher who taught lessons of life,
and ways to evoke copious confidence.

a man of modesty and idol of humanity,
who served this nation and performed his duty,
his dream was to touch the sky,
and was this country's an apple of eye.