Hard of words but tender of rest
Divine they aren't still creators of best
The rapture of being man brought in us
The spark dark to pick heavenly bus
Love for them was key to speak
As important as Hardy's Egdon Heath
Their volcanic lectures vanish rusty masks
Cause civility to bipeds their only task
The good shepherd they've proved to be
The unending care their given glee
Not Socrates, Homer nor Bacon they might
Yet twinkling stars of the perpetual night
In Constant prayers they always remain
Be drop of Holy water in Paradise Rain
(Danish Sarfraz)
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