From
the tail of the phoenix arises
Arises
what is known in India as Agni
For
it is the fire
That
always lights the pyre
Constrains
all the unfathomable power
Which
rushes out like a light shower
So
a person who was born
In
a small island, blew the horn
To
create India’s first indigenous missile
So
that we may no longer be fragile
Chose
to name the arrow Agni
For
he was a man so bright
In
every darkness he saw light
And
lifted India so high
To
a position no money could buy
To
praise him there are no words
Because
they are more precious than swords
All
I quote are his words
And
they are more important than his swords
And
to this man born
Where
Indians three high seas meet
I
pay my regards and tribute
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