Dedicated to Pervez Ahmed Sir :)

An old man with grey hair, sitting around with a pen in hand,

His prolific brain, where Idea’s expands,

Problems are randomly arranged onto his memory cart,

Be an optimized algorithm or a bohemian fine art,

Many hundred days have passed, and many hundreds are yet to come,

You dazzle all around, like the Golden rays showering straight from The Sun,

The bleak world have now illuminated, all myths are broken,

Feeling lucky to scribble you on paper with my proud black pen,

When I search this vast sky in night with my thoughtful eyes,

Your name written in twinkling silvery words, God himself describes,

What a beautiful creation Thy has made in human race!!

I wonder, your foot print I could sincerely trace.

Million’s of stars in the sky are witnessing my unflinching regards,

I scribble words for you, but my immature expression get retards,

How could I, be able to describe your stature just in 2 page?

Am I too young to describe a proud life of 62 years of age?

Just being a sincere and curious girl, trying only to hold the seconds, we all lived,

Wondering the world beyond the range of my cornea, I wish I could see,

 Thank You for creating Sanctuary of young minds, where transformations are made,

Where every youngling writes their own destiny and their own fate.

Learning poetess

04^th April 2013 10:35PM