Atal Bihari Vajpayee

 

Atal Bihari Vajpayee

Atal Bihari Vajpayee, a name of grace,
A poet, a statesman, a leader's face,
Born of the soil, yet reaching the sky,
With wisdom and words that refused to die.

From Gwalior's roots to Delhi's might,
He rose with a vision, clear and bright,
An orator who could hearts enthrall,
With silence or speech, he conquered all.

A stalwart of democracy's dream,
Through turbulent waters, he steered the stream,
Shaping a nation with steady hand,
A beacon of hope for a restless land.

Nuclear tests beneath the Pokhran sand,
He etched India's strength with a firm command,
Yet sought no war, no needless strife,
His aim was peace, the art of life.

Through Lahore's bus, he reached to mend,
The wounds of history, hearts to blend,
But Kargil’s peaks, he’d not concede,
Defending the land with unyielding creed.

A poet’s soul in politics' grind,
He spoke of dreams, of a unified mind,
With metaphors soft, yet vision profound,
He wove a nation, tightly bound.

In corridors of power, his shadow stayed,
Integrity’s path was the one he laid,
From rural plains to urban maze,
He sought to lift lives in countless ways.

Not just a leader but a friend to all,
Standing tall when others might fall,
A legacy etched in a billion hearts,
A statesman's tale, where poetry starts.

In life and in death, his light remains,
Through seasons of joy, through times of pains,
Atal, the immortal, his spirit soars,
A timeless force on India’s shores.

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