The Staffroom Fear Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

The silence! sheds from shabby walls as grave,
The tutors sitting play the owls of night,
The lips all sealed and minds all chained in rust,
No reads, no maps, no plans, no zeal, no gain,
They sit and wait for holy ring to bow
Their sense before the master's holy call
To teach the angels satan's wear of being.
Then familiar roar comes with familiar ache,
And staines the minds the darkest, fearful roar!
Let shut the doors of anxious room of sense,
Enjoy the cold, the heat, the dust and fear.
(BY: SHOWKAT AHMAD WANI. May,2026)