Fountain Of Happiness Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

On Teachers Day; [Those who read this poem must write something.That will be your homage to goodness]
Moinuddin was his name, eloquent, which means- -
One who is an aid to faith and for that weens
He lost father when only six months and mother,
When two and a half years old, disgust utter
But Nature cared protected him from all odd
Infused sensibility to apprehend prospects broad
English language and literature he taught
Spoke with always a unique noble thought
Skinflint if someone was disliked, bountiful he remained
Hypocrisy he perceived so rejected what was feigned
Realities were revealed upon him due to divine grace
Nature rewarded his genteel and that might be it's base
They became honest men who followed fixed by him, direction
And if they walked upon that sincerely and with true devotion
As challenge he accepted the student who were strayed away
Would drag the truants to class room from outside
Never was influenced by anyone's wealth or status high
Commands of his sense of self respect he never did deny
would become familiar with youngsters quickly
But limits he fixed to what extent they may be free
Short tempered he was reacted on practices wrong
Things set right, he would cool down, anger never long
Suffered but never compromised against his conscience
Tried tooth and nail to end the affairs appeared obnoxious
Made fertile even the barren lands of hearts and minds
Such a mentor, a builder of nation, sagacity seldom finds
In shape of a teacher he had been a preacher of amity
'Me' he denied not but to him lovable was usage of 'we'
Gifted all what he possessed to seekers of knowledge
From his abode to Amiruddaula Islamia college
On high moral standard his students, he wished to see
Satisfied he looked if that turned out to be
He preferred to build characters of his pupil
Nurtured in them virtue, pity with strong will
He was highly impressed by Sufi ideology of self denial
Brightened his own self and of others it was hard trial
Inculcated among them the spirit of humanity,
Made them realize, the need in life, of unity
Remained hand to mouth he himself yet helped,
Financially poor students and their worries dispelled
He desired the progress of truth and learning
To spread that light he ever was yearning
He always tried hard to suppress wickedness
That surely in life is a cause of dangerous mess
Outspoken he was no mental reservations he had
Adored truth and detested all what was bad
One instance I remember flickers before my fancy
Then I was child and my age was not more than 3
To enjoy the naughty expression my uncle playfully
Made me learn by heart Indian abuses hit one's dignity
Like Parrot I used them for the amusement of my uncle
It continued and went on peacefully only till I fell ill
Physician, a childhood friend of my father paid visit
Injection to cure me he found at that moment fit
Being agonized I had no option but to abuse him
I was never aware that I invited troubles very grim
The doctor departed and my father appeared with a cane
Beat me badly and my hues and cries went in vain
My mother stood silent watching the whole scene
Her maternal indulgence realized in it something green
The action taken by my father worked so much so
That I never uttered abuses till this day never and no
He taught, enlightened, trained and refined a whole generation
Loved him his students more after completion of education
Never commercialized but taught privately with no cost
He gained in life honor above price and nothing he lost
He has fondness which became a habit to entertain
Without any discrimination and longing for any gain
He was a hard task master while protected high values
kind when found fellow beings suffer and hope lose
Cared all but he was only careless of his maintenance
Wore very ordinary dress yet commanded obeisance
Wrote on literary topics specially on poetry analytically
with wit and comprehensive way explained poetically
He had his own style and his own forceful diction
Fame despite all his genius did from him shun
Pricked not him but pricks me that often till today
He deserved recognition he did not get, I must say
So called critics did not bother to notice his writings
They consider, save their own, useless all other things
Instead they were busy cramming English terms as quotation
And endeavoring to make highly impressive their own oration
My father was innocent of the marts where he could consume
Flowers of words his imagination, and contemplation did bloom
In the system we live to discover talent is rare
we must answer this question that is it fair?
Poets and scholars of esteem remained his friends
Who raised high literary ideas bringing in new trends
Fortunate I am that I saw atmosphere inspiring ever
Due to my father, around legendary figures would gather
Three books published one in English and two in Urdu,
Reflect his fine ideas as brisk as on leaf drop of dew
Urdu books were awarded by a state Academy
Expressive, when heard about that, said, 'Let it be'
Memory he had sharp digested all what he read
Uttered so lucidly penetrated into minds what he said
I heard from the students present then an occurrence
Annual inspection was going on in school, all were tense
He was confidently explaining Gandhi's 'Stealing and Atonement'
Inspector of schools, entered, heard, tears in eyes back he went
Lean and thin he was but has heart full of vigor
Daring he was when he sided right with no fear
Breathed though in the crucial period of country's partition
No option he sought strongly stuck around his Nation
He never joined any group having communal touch
With his true patriotism he lived and by that made much
Sustained the journey of his life very honorably
Kept his mind from lust for wealth and ego free
As challenge he took up the students strayed away
Dragged to class room, the truants, with no delay
Delicious eatables he ate less provided to others more
That tells the tale of his generous heart it lived in core
Intrinsic music his words had, in my ears they still ring
His presence created in the atmosphere happiness abounding
Raised and exhilarated the morale of those who found not,
Real happiness, he impelled, which to him his self sacrifice brought
From his sacredness sprang up pure water of perpetual felicity
Germinated contentment in those, sad and down, spirit of alacrity
He was brought up in Lucknow, absorbed it in his emotion
So he is remembered for his kindness and his civilization
Flourish of unity in diversity he wished to always see
Ended that as reward perhaps he found eternity
As Cloud he, contained pure waters of sublimity
showers of that grew the meaningful learning's tree
Sided always right cause cared a fig for any authority
Fought for that and saved it at any cost, achieved victory
He made his way mostly on foot with me, then a child
On my exhaustion he looked with smile and made it mild
At that moment he would read a couplet of unknown
Which induced a new spirit in me, fresh still in mind his tone
Gist of the couplet-'Courage of wayfarer is being strengthened,
By saying, here comes very near the destination to apprehend.'
If I achieved in life in any sphere that is because of his blood,
In me swiftly runs, have waves of knowledge and flash flood
What all happened to me still fresh when stay or I roam
My father proved that reform should begin from home