The island breathes proud of her son
the waves speak of his glory
the ocean heaves up and down not for fun
it mumbles with tales of hoary
the small boy with very little means
rose up beyond words
learning was his only asset by all means
wisdom took him above the world
showed no inhibitions whatsoever
humility was his wealth
children were the apple of his eyes ever
simplicity was his strength
work was his way of life and spirit
one day he went up the hills in the North East
addressed a gathering of students with intensity
the initial words came at their best
Lo! silence overtook him with great density
Abdul Kalam flew away with his “Wings of Fire” in earnest
he, much against his nature, has finally succumbed to rest.
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