I see the young, I see the old, <br /> I see their every face. <br />I see the world in sands of time, <br />With oceans in the race. <br />I see you going school-high school, <br /> Where through silence wades. <br />I see your quarrels rise with age, <br /> Your love but never fades. <br />I see you going to colleges, <br /> Your life with highs and lows. <br />I see you in the sky and dream, <br /> You really know your foes (?) . <br />And when you learn to work and trust, <br /> And rise above the odds; <br />To strive n' thrive with zeal and zest. <br /> To fight against the frauds. <br />With faith in God, you'll get the chance, <br /> To blow the sands of time; <br />And offer me, "Osama! We have <br /> Made your every rhyme.<br /><br />Osama Waqar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-students-2/
