Friday 14 August 2015

SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALODOCIOUS

Like the pleasant evening winds,
He came and drove away,
But had a great effect on every tree,
Of a forest called India.

Like the sun which rose from east;
Very common, nothing new,
But shone the free India; as it sparkled, 
And no one could ever regret.

Like the drop of water from the clouds,
Changed to the shape of a poet,
Wrote miraculous and dumbstruck poems,
Divergent, dissimilar and disparate.

Like the tail of a small chameleon,
Again, twisted to a spiritual reformer,
Awed the world with his finest visions,
None able to compete them.

Like the beautiful earth,
None came better; but none came lesser,
He was Aurobindo Ghose,
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.