Two pairs of jeans.
A wonderful set of genes.
A vision larger than the sky,
A faith so strong, it could fly.
Upon arrival, he had nothing.
Apart from an educational visa and forty dollars,
He was left with roughing.
Pakistan, his hometown,
His skin color, a deep brown.
He arrived in America, alone, not part of a team,
But he had brought with himself, the American Dream.
He came here as an ordinary lad,
Today he stands not only as a respected physician,
But also my dad.