Statue of Unity, Gujarat, India Kowtow the man who leads from front, From the germination to the eclipse frond. Riding on beacon like the king of palace, The leader of atrocious leading race. Hails from bottom to the crown, Lifting on the bridge which follows up & down. Belling like the phoenix wing, Moving between the swish of swing. Ramping the lid to spark the fire, Encroaching the naive love from the ire. Pacing the beats to lead the wave, hard from core but smile like suave. Nationalist or the biased nationalist does the favor, But surely awarded by the mix of flavor. Finally, the pace of sword, From the stall to the heartiest lord.