Height - poem by Atal Bihari Vajpayee

Our land craves not for pygmies

But longs for men of stature

So tall as can touch the skies

And whose excellence soars to starry heights.

Nay, Nay, Never to such a loftiness then

Where no grass grows under the feet

Where no thorns prick the soles

And where buds cannot bloom

Where no spring nor winter does arise

Where but a dreary storm blows and howls

And where only a still desolation reigns.