Dressed in a rented black suit
 
(As blue were expensive)
 
And wearing the formal boots,
 
That he had sneaked
 
He styled his hair
 
Looked in the broken scooter mirror
 
Judged every inch and,
 
Then moved on
 
 
Walked for a while, then sat down,
 
the shoes were not efficient
 
But enough to suffice his need,
 
This morning he were lucky,
 
It was a holiday, a huge crowd he had foreseen
 
Walking towards the nearest group,
 
He smiled, the way he practiced all night,
 
With poise, he spoke in the baritone he heard
 
And posed the way he had seen for days now
 
Some were shocked,
 
Some wondered ,
 
Some just forcibly smiled
 
Some notice for a while
 
Giving that smile again He began to speak ,
 
And ended … with …
 
[i]A proud country I foresee
 
With your inhibitions,
 
Shatter not my dreams [/i]
 
Something he heard elsewhere
 
But the words sounded the same
 
Hence put them together
 
 
Finally he successfully delivered
 
the exercise that he Practiced every night
 
The words which expressed his blasphemous might
 
 
Giving him pennies of fortune,
 
People gaped at him for a second more
 
Exemplifying the great man, he portrayed to be
 
The beggar walked away to another crowd to be APJ ABDUL KALAM
 
A pious man he knew nothing about
 
But had religiously watched, near his begging place
 
On TV in some random shop