The Student Poem by Mohammad Rafique

I see myself, though it's not me
Only one could hope to be
Strong of stride, words flow free
Hands loose conduct each symphony

I see myself, but it's only you.
Mimicking close, why still not true?
Actions to work, achieved by few
It's out there, decide to get it, and do!

I see myself, becoming clearer
Much traveled path now takes me nearer
Same story told, same patient preacher
Ready now, the student, allowing the teacher

I am not you, occurs with a sigh,
Content with my role, testingly try
To star in this scene, so unwilling to die
Till my image is caught, sure as you am I.