Ode To The Young Man Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The destines repose upon thee foretold
The hard work and the toils thou keepest
Closely deep to thy bosom yet thy eyes
Shining like beams of bright light
With thy will a sweat coming down thy brow
And cheek chiseled sharp for your hand
Shall get its strength from the fulcrum on your face
Straightened back sculpted
For a march in the movement of history
The civilizations ultimate unit of force
Broken down and in search of lebensraum
Thine is the destiny holding the planet holy
In one arm pushed up the head
With loves deeper strength and into heavens
Thou discover the new earths
And the unknown mysteries of the universe
Or break down the particle
In annihilation thine is the destiny
Faster than the speed of light
Mounted the spirit of discovery
Or breaking down the vulgar nature
One with the holder of the truth
Life extendeth from one being to million years
Not in the unit here but by universal measure
Thou shall not falter for the temporary disappearance
In many other shapes thou shall live
Holding the ever burning light
Up on thine head