An Instruction Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

Ye teacher listen! Dear, before thee place
The seeds of scorn beneath the marshy green
Among the rows of chaos, and seal their minds
With faith of dark, and clarify them all
The freshly words of freshly pages of night
And teach them mock is best of rule to live,
Before thou right them all with talk of fake
And crop their heads with sown emotions deep,
And do thy best to lift the ugly flame
To sky to burn the beauty cruel to ash,
And shake them hard from trance of truth to fill
Their sight with fog of fib to fade the light.
I want to make them learn that truth is near
Oh! Near to reach and sweet to find when search.
Now take His book and take His pen, and wash
Thy mind, and dip thy heart to see thy soul,
Thy inner deep, and drink the flames from life,
And take thy trip to inner self and fly
To find the truth of truth beyond the books.