His dream vast like space
His mission, precise like the missile
Many just saw, he visioned
Few credited success stories to themselves, he was one.
When fingers raised, he held them
When smiles touched, his compassion hugged them
When stones rained, his will became weapons
When you Google for his laughter,
You will find him amidst innocent giggles
One footprint of his on the sand
And a pattern of a thousand right behind.
Failed he not once to see
If the feet of those many were still down.
When the world of the young went low
His words spread a glow
His hair may have stopped to sway to the breeze light,
His heirs of heart still burn bright.
Warmly welcomed the ill fated guest however,
Yet it doesn't matter
he, Kalam is a kindness that lasts forever.
