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.
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