A firm hand stretched upwards, palm out-facing,
Greetings to the world in abundance, without reversing,
Pleasant demeanor fitted into his easy-going stance,
Visions of a new reality imparted through his glance,
The weight of the whole planet’s pains which are not quaint,
Balanced evenly across his broad shoulders without complaint,
When his lips speak, sits quietly the world with abated breath,
At his word-crafted portrayal of a future with happiness not in dearth,
Amid a wonderful merger of his core character, heart, with his lexis,
His soul bowls you over like a punch to your solar- plexus,
A true transcendental figure he is – Barack Obama.
He came, We saw, He conquered – all done without trauma!
Amazing poem...
ReplyDeleteLovely rhyming scheme...
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ReplyDeletewonderful poem! very nice rhythm.
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Lovely tribute..and poem..too bad we have to have politics interfere..
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