Before i start my poem i dedicate this to Waqar Younas khan who has inspired me to write this to him.
Some say he is an wise owl from the heavens,
To dispose the fowl of others with his ravens,
Some say he is a prophet of wisdom,
But he seldom's consider himself wise,
Some believe he has the power of inspiration to teach others of manners and respect,
But he believe's perspiration solve's obstacles in the tide's of time,
Waqar,
A man who i consider an advisor that relies on wisdom rather than of strength,
He sacrifices many to correct and not to erect,
He has his thought's on others,
Instead he doesn't bother to be be caught,
He confronts his foe's,
And turns them to friends,
Never has he dashed the hopes of others,
But flashing it brightly he does,
Instead trapping others in obstacles,
He provides miracles to their mind and soul,
He believes the road of success,
Is to undergo the fouls of a toad,
At the end a shining star awaits,
Not far it waits,
For the soul to fly,
Tasting no more foul flies,
Lies and sly's,
When that star is obtained,
It will be maintained,
Because of the inspiration that cheats destiny,
Can only be done by the will of others,
Waqar,
Believes that everyone has something special in them,
But only ego is the power to destruction,
Slow and painful,
Without sanity,
Nor vanity,
Waqar,
Has shone blight in darkness,
Twists everything in a whisk,
teaching might and rights,
That all of us must fight for,
Only then the true meaning of peace comes,
When the pieces are reassembled,
He sticks like honey,
to optimistic people,
He ticks away like money,
To pessimistic people,
A great mentor,
That inspired me,
And fixed me altogether,
From a fallen angel,
To a shining star.
Some say he is an wise owl from the heavens,
To dispose the fowl of others with his ravens,
Some say he is a prophet of wisdom,
But he seldom's consider himself wise,
Some believe he has the power of inspiration to teach others of manners and respect,
But he believe's perspiration solve's obstacles in the tide's of time,
Waqar,
A man who i consider an advisor that relies on wisdom rather than of strength,
He sacrifices many to correct and not to erect,
He has his thought's on others,
Instead he doesn't bother to be be caught,
He confronts his foe's,
And turns them to friends,
Never has he dashed the hopes of others,
But flashing it brightly he does,
Instead trapping others in obstacles,
He provides miracles to their mind and soul,
He believes the road of success,
Is to undergo the fouls of a toad,
At the end a shining star awaits,
Not far it waits,
For the soul to fly,
Tasting no more foul flies,
Lies and sly's,
When that star is obtained,
It will be maintained,
Because of the inspiration that cheats destiny,
Can only be done by the will of others,
Waqar,
Believes that everyone has something special in them,
But only ego is the power to destruction,
Slow and painful,
Without sanity,
Nor vanity,
Waqar,
Has shone blight in darkness,
Twists everything in a whisk,
teaching might and rights,
That all of us must fight for,
Only then the true meaning of peace comes,
When the pieces are reassembled,
He sticks like honey,
to optimistic people,
He ticks away like money,
To pessimistic people,
A great mentor,
That inspired me,
And fixed me altogether,
From a fallen angel,
To a shining star.
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