The Teacher's Harvest Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

The autumn season goes so cruel to teach,
The teacher's harvest may get stony storm,
And words of wisdom sprout the manchineel,
They weave the web of pretext, craft him prey,
And take the saffron smile as useless straw,
He drains all summer fuel for sun-lit corn,
And has the coldest sighs of brutal breeze,
He reaps the rotten gains from shiny plum,
What gains he gains! What pearls he throws abyss!
The world that plays the dark with brightest sun,
He goes behind the hill to rise again.
(Sep,2025)