Usama is a rhyme, a song of the infinite reign
Conservative, sensitive; secretive and a little bit confined
A whole new world is ahead wings spread
He's optimist now for he's still unread
Though not necessarily awesome in everyday life,
there's nothing alphabetical in his light
It's really like a dream come true
fantastic, enigmatic; an enchanting contour
His word is the end, for
no one's gonna get that till one's own end
His reality is so untrue
he himself gets confused whether it's just a split second or two
Of course he will not be there, forever in this world
but the word he says will shine on the girth
Thoughts unbidden, unattained, unhidden
He's life, a melody or just unwritten
(Usama Ahmad Rana- 11: 15 PM march 18,2011)
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