Nineteen Thirty to Two Thousand and Four
Expounds a brief history of a noble Grandeur
Not just a mere statue of cement, but of a great man
A shiny suited man, who welcomes everyone.
Surrounded by flags and healthy pampered grasses
After them, assembles rich pretty flowers like roses
That rings the boxlike colorful tiles neatly arranged
On which sits the marble pillar, so wide, yet balanced.
There stands the stupendous statue of the renowned man
Whose hands firmly folded like the men of gun
His face looks mild as if in a preparation to smile
His legs at ease, as relaxed soldiers do for a while.
This humble body that rest in an ironed ash suit
Late SH. Baldev Raj Mittal it reads on the slate.