From Madappally To Oxford Poem by P A Noushad ...

Once, beneath the quiet trees of Madappally,
I sat with empty hands and endless dreams,
A young heart listening
To the gentle grammar of the wind...
Believing that somewhere beyond the horizon
Life was patiently writing my name...
The days were simple.
The sky was enough.
Books were lanterns,
And hope was the only wealth I possessed...
Years have carried me
Across oceans, seasons, and silent prayers,
Until today I wander
Through the ancient courtyards of Oxford...
Where every stone remembers centuries,
And every conversation awakens another dawn of thought...
Yet strangely,
The distance between these two worlds
Cannot be measured in miles...
It is measured
In faith that refused to surrender,
In perseverance that learned to smile through storms...
And in the quiet miracle
That education can turn impossible dreams
Into familiar footsteps...
As I walk these timeless paths,
The trees of Madappally still walk beside me...
The young student I once was
Still whispers through the leaves..
Reminding me that every destination
Was first imagined beneath humble branches...
And if I have earned any treasure in this life,
It is not the weight of titles,
Nor the glitter of recognition...
It is the love of my students.
Their trust became my compass.
Their encouragement became my wings...
Their faith carried me farther
Than ambition alone could ever travel.
They are scattered across the world,
Yet never far from my heart.
So when my footsteps echo
Through the quiet halls of Oxford,
I know I do not walk alone...
For hidden within every step
Are countless dreams we have shared together.
And in every corner of this ancient university,
I silently meet the young dreamer
Who once sat beneath the trees of Madappally,
Still grateful,
Still learning,
Still believing,
That the longest journeys
Are always travelled together...Oh my dears....