Namo (Narendra Modi Our Hope And Aspirations) Poem by Satheesan Rangorath

Time walked with him,
Made him a tempest,
In a cup of tea he sold,
in the trains and platforms.
He grew from a small beginning,
smashed every obstacle in the journey.
Narenda Modi learned to dream big.
He lived in the thoughts of Mahatma.
Land of Gandhiji nurtured him.
One day,
He went away to Himalayas,
in search of peace.
No he was destined to be a storm.
He became one shortly after,
Placing his strong feet,
On the plateau of culture and traditions,
Tried to find a place, a tiny space,
for a majority community, who had been taken for a ride,
Who loves to live in harmony,
Aaway of life synchronized with nature.

Time changed.
Sabarmati river flooded many times over the years.
Many waters have flown off to sea.
The tea vendor became chief minister.
Slowly he was creating history.
Khadi clad clan of hypocrites turned restless,
They attacked him with,
Weapons of hate and jealousy,
branded him as a fanatic.
But, people elected him several time as their leader.
Minorities respected him.
His mettle proved them wrong.
He stormed all over India,
Became hurricane,
smashed big trees down,
Found his way to the highest seat of power.

Now he is storming the world.
World leaders vie to shake hands with him.
Slowly he is becoming a phenomenon,
a wonder man from obscurity.
we have hopes in you PM.
We walk tall with our heads high with pride.
We lit a torch of our aspirations.
Live up to it Prime Minister>
We will be with you all the way.
Let us build a modern powerful India together.