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And there, ascends the seraph winged of fire into realms azure beyond ours that here lighted our lives with courage and dreams: what humble the beginnings, that we see not in humility of conduct, what joy of the spirit that does not come flooding into our hearts and dream, that does not lift a people that millions rise, ignited heeding your call, O King by demeanour, in palace but a pauper with books, and the rhythms of our souls when parched for some, wandered we by the mirage wells of a nation dessicated of hope, oh Thou dispenser of our destinies, did you not send a message scribbled across a smile that connected silver curls of age that now leaves us broken for we shall never be the same until we meet you there in realms azure beyond ours
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
In realms azure beyond ours
And there, ascends the seraph winged of fire into realms azure beyond ours that here lighted our lives with courage and dreams: what humble the beginnings, that we see not in humility of conduct, what joy of the spirit that does not come flooding into our hearts and dream, that does not lift a people that millions rise, ignited heeding your call, O King by demeanour, in palace but a pauper with books, and the rhythms of our souls when parched for some, wandered we by the mirage wells of a nation dessicated of hope, oh Thou dispenser of our destinies, did you not send a message scribbled across a smile that connected silver curls of age that now leaves us broken for we shall never be the same until we meet you there in realms azure beyond ours
Tribute to the former Indian President, Dr. Abdul Kalam, a scientist statesman who inspired millions of us by his simplicity, joy and vision. He gave us hope more than any of our religious, political or cultural leaders. He passed away tonight. Our world will not be the same any more. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._P._J._Abdul_Kalam 'dispenser of our destinies' recalls a line in the Indian national Anthem, 'Jana gaNa mana..' by the great Rabindranath Tagore, that is even now controversial, but which I think invokes the divine guiding our national spirit. .
prabhu-iyer
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
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