After reading the poem ‘Utsav’ by Sri Narendra Modi, I composed this little rhyme on 14 January 2014 (Makar Sankranti day) to dedicate it to him.

The Kite

                                           

Your kite will fly, circle up high

Right nigh the sun in the sky.

With worship true your righteous heart –

Go, go – it will move thy Lord.

Move thy God and please thy Lord,

Hecklers try however hard.

The truth will spread far and wide.

Has a lie ever done so well as it to hide?

Trees are tall though wind is high,

The soul of Lord, your kite will fly.

Master kite high up will fly

Right nigh the sun in the sky. 
                                             - Ramesh Chandra Tiwari