He came into our lives,
He stayed in our lives,
He mixed vibrant colours, painting our lives.

He grabbed our hearts,
And hid it in his coat sleeve,
Where it remained forever.

He left this world,
Like a breeze,
Winding past our faces.

He carried our hearts with him,
And we let him because,
Of his words,dreams and aspirations.

He may not know whose hearts,
But we know his,
And its like a mirror.

This mirror showed us his personality,
And this mirror reflected his personality wherever,
He went.

He was a teacher,
A leader,
A friend.

He was,
None other than,
Our Missile Man.

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Author's Note

I dedicate this poem to the late Indian ex-president, Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam.

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