Infinite dreams of those sublime moments
when you surreptitiously read about stars and galaxies
and you helped your father ferry the villagers across the river;
priceless thoughts that you comprehended in your cerebrum
precarious to imagine, dangling onto a thin gossamer
desperate to break-in with that brilliant discovery.
You would stay awake, when everybody else slept,
to read and study from borrowed text-books of helping friends
and thoughtful elders, and then you would dream on,
those illuminating yet illusive rays in your mind's canvas
and paint with the multitudinous colors of the rainbow...
You never thought the mind had any limits,
for your dreams encompassed the Universe of the Universes!
As you awoke before dawn, while everybody else slept and only dreamt,
you toiled hard and delivered newspapers to sleepy homes;
you relentlessly worked hard to give shape to your infinite dreams
that just awaited your paint-brush and colors to arrange from the disarray;
and then the dawn took shape as did the
pied-blooming of the desert rose!
Forever you will be remembered A.P.J Abdul Kalam Sir, you taught us to Dream Big!
~ Avijeet 'Musafir' Das