pushed out in the young minutes past eleven
so dark and chilly to pull back from even
handsome 'cos made from heaven
though stands last among the seven
intellectually poetic with pen on books
skillful like a fisherman caught a whale on hook
though endless petting reflects in words and looks
even on his innocent face like that of saint Luke
So charming full of life by every passing hour
always stunned by his flawless emotive power
selfless to save human race like obedient Noah
he is a people's guy, great and loyal
A leader, indispensable replica of Moses
to a land called the bed of roses
indefatigable to all challenges it poses
the last born with infinite choices
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem