He got into a quagmire; thought host in himself!
Fought tooth and nail; headway was half done
Hoist on his own petard, the modern MaoTseTung
Hindsight taught him, given his meteoric rise
Gripped all powers in his own hands, centralized
He had to sink back like the States’ Head, jaded!
The irreversible tide had been on the wane now
He dreamt of an all-conquering mission
His vaulting ambition was imperiled, centrally
He hurt the global cause of anxiety; unthought of
This hadn’t boded well, considered today’s hullabaloo
Maximum delivery out of minimum resources! expected!
His heart danced with that kind of art of architecture
The peoples produced, unhurting indigenous culture
It had been never too late to finish off the dream
What he started early in life egged him on doing
The decadal efforts could see the light he desired
In translating the peoples’ hopes and aspirations.