Thanklessness Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

Today I tremble, stepping through the door;
What lesson shall I teach? What word make plain?
Will these repay with scorn my kindness past,
Or turn to gall the sweetness taught today?
If I should sow a rose, they reap it thorn,
If I weave good, they wear it foul and torn,
They turn my worthy gold to glistening brass,
I ask my soul if I should labor on?
He says the good do good, nor seek repay,
They spurn the hand that shaped their wandering way,
Yet time shall turn its ever-ruthless wheel,
And fate shall teach what heedless youth disdains.
Then shall they seek the light they once reviled,
And mourn the wisdom lost to fleeting pride.
(March,2025)