Nobody can weigh respect and love, <br />Wealth can't weaken them or power, <br />Nothing can tempt cause they're high above, <br />Where, there dwells knowledge bower, <br />People seek in royal robes and towers, <br />I've sought in a hut that is small, <br />The place is blessed where knowledge showers, <br />Only hut to them, but to me the world all. <br /> <br />It has been shined with math's golden rays, <br />That sun has set but redness is still there, <br />To mark the people to their successful ways, <br />Now, a silver light of English's shown from there, <br />That's witnessed many ups and down, <br />And proved talent doesn't need one, but itself a crown.<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cottage-4/
