O Captain, My Captain

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In this world of the chosen ones,
Awan was the ultimate sun,
moving from east to west, and
from west to east; whereas, We
were the blossoming sunflowers,
on the verge of being invincible,
directing our thirsty minds
towards this majestic sun
Learning the words we’ve never heard before
still whispering the words for MORE.
That is how I’ll remember my first day
on this sacred earth
a place called Gcu,
Watching every flower burning
with the flames of literature,
But the sun was the one
with the highest and the brightest flames
spreading its rays of wisdom of;
Iqbal and Shakespeare,
Ghalib and Austen,
Bulleh Shah and Whitman,
Enlightening each corner of
this small world of
the chosen ones.


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