Our NaMo, the Prime Minister

Prime Minister Shri Narendra Modi is warmly welcomed by the Indian nationals in UAE. Here’s a beautiful poem called ‘Our NaMo, the Prime Minister’:

The sun this morning rose with a smile on his face

And looked as though he had risen to begin a new age;

The breeze at once danced to the music of mountain streams.

Who knows what dream the lovely lass Horizon dreams?

The birds could not but went mad with the feel of free air

And left their nests early to fly in their choice of spheres;

The sea that looked very grave suddenly turned choppy

And ran its waves to touch coasts, both dry and foggy.

Decorating the blue canopy busy are the stars, the moon;

Illuminated with fireflies are the trees in the great Room;

The flowers too have been giving off a fresh, cool fragrance.

It looks like India has achieved something of substance,

Or festive Nature waits to welcome the coming of someone.

Oh yes, our NaMo is going to take the oath to become PM,

So the country is out to offer its congratulations to him,

And prays that he be commanding, courteous and supreme!

- Ramesh Chandra Tiwari

Friday, 23 May 2014