The Ripe Master Poem by Mohammad Ilyas

Near the town of Mastuj in Chitral Valley
there is a small village in sight
lives there not a lord but a school teacher
famous for being able and upright
in the black sea of corruption of the society
he is swimming like a white fish
mean being millionaire run upto a penny
who can not bear will, wit and wish
to perform duty in distant school exams
he leaves with an old teapot
once en route was injured by a rider
made not absent from the spot
once to a place he had gone on duty
there he was invited on a meal
came to know son of the host was a pupil
he turned around like a wheel
his weaker relatives fail in examination
as principles know not brothers
the weaker have to choose far away halls
to be examined by some others
he was being made the headmaster of school
the officials asked for some bribe
replied 'If I am eligible let me be
include me not in satanic tribe'
principles of some souls show will of God
seem stronger than any metal
he named 'Ripe Master' is seen chasing evil
only with a cup and a kettle.