Poetry

The Great American Show

He landed on the soil of America

A cheering crowd he beheld

A man of vision they perceived

A legend they cheered and hailed.

No leader before him was greeted

The stale, moldy frame disappears

To melt the salty taste of yester years

Now drowned in the aching ages

A star- studded eve at Madison Square

A jam- packed audience hailed

The rising glory of India

That long ago had failed.

An aspiring world leader

Has pledged to create

A brand new India

Lost in the corruption game

The world looks up to this icon

With his revolutionary ideas to build

Good will and benevolent citizens

To heal the ancient wounds…

Scarred by terrorist attacks…

The hope that shines through his eyes

Hails peace and prosperity for all

Crushed under the grindstone of hate

Mauled and devoured by wasps.

                                                                            ~Shobha Diwakar

                                                                               Jabalpur, India

One Comment

  1. Without mentioning our Honourable PM’s name you have described this great man who has the courage of calling a spade a spade & who has swept the world off their feet with his words of confidence of raising India to that pinnacle where it should have been ages before but no one seemed to have the daring to do so. Its a very well written poem. Lets all pray for his success & support him for all the good that he plans to do for our Mother Land.