Made In India
Made In India
To live and die in a world of a teacher
And the taught was his solitary wish.
Plundered every treasury in all his books
Lavishly enriching his soul forever thirsty.
An aeronautical engineer
Lost being a pilot
Voted as President
To rule over every pilot.
Son of a boatman distributing newspapers
Simple living with half a dozen clothing
In the looming closets
Of his erstwhile Presidential chair.
Sleep slept over to follow his dream
To make India a super world power
The Missile Man shot far above the clouds
The world saluted Kalam who was Made In India.
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
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