This is a story of a boy,
born in a small town in South of India.
A boy, raised in an environ
where different faiths, cultures prayed the same way
and religion was only seen in an attire in those days.
A boy who had a deep desire to learn.
Who had seen a teacher in every person
whether it was his father, mother, brother and a friend.
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This is a story
of a boy turned into a young man.
This is a story of a young man
who had a great taste for philosophy and literature.
Who believed science doesn’t take man away from God,
instead they go hand in hand.
This is a story
of a young man
whose distinctive outlook turned him into a scientist.
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This is a story of a scientist
whose perseverance gave India
its 1st satellite launching station.
A scientist who believed, dreams need no cost and
launched the rocket with the help of a humble vehicle like a bicycle.
This is a story
of a scientist
who was prepared to be a Missile man.
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This is a story of a “Missile man”
who revealed the forgotten fact
that rocketry was not a 20th century fad
instead it was the part of our land
since the reign of Tipu Sultan.
Indigenous man was he!
Revived rocketry and paid tribute to Tipu Sultan’s dream of the 18th century.
This is a story
of a missile man
who rose to the prominence of President.
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This is a story of a President
who defied all the inessential treatments.
Who seek every chance to mingle with young crowd
to make sure they prove to be an asset for our nation’s progress.
Who wanted to be remembered as a teacher
with an intention to ignite young minds
for India’s bright future.
This is a story
of a gentleman
who in a true sense
is a “People’s President.”
Inspired from – “Wings of Fire.”
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