They Were Different Men Poem by Akhtar Jawad
They Were Different Men
Yes, I can talk on any topic, I can walk in any field of thought,
Whether it's wet and fertile sloppy earth with slips and stains,
Or it's the dry and barren sky of bitter ethics with obstacles,
Above my head are clouds of wisdom with abundance of rains.
I have breaths of my own, the inherited writes of my DNA,
The big umbrella of my teachers! Remains always opened to me
My breaths do not reach the God, interrupted, filtered and perfumed,
Caressed on the foreheads, and with love redirected to me.
I am not a highly educated man, just an ordinary graduate,
But the teachers I got were extra ordinary, honest, and men of principles,
My filtered and perfumed breath is a breath of highly educated man,
Among educated men I stand proudly being one of the luckiest disciples.
The mortal teachers who are now lying below the tons of clay,
With the immortal art and style of teaching risen as the clouds,
Our rectified breaths shall always remain grateful to them,
The gone birds, your feathers, left overs are now our shrouds.
Fearlessly I am flying in the high skies with a branch of olive
We listen to your song of love, peace and human brotherhood,
Thanks for your colors, your music and your wise editing by
Remixing tales by our parents, we listened to during childhood.
The mortal teachers who are now lying below the tons of clay, With the immortal art and style of teaching risen as the clouds, Our rectified breaths shall always remain grateful to them, The gone birds, your feathers, left overs are now our shrouds. - - A great tribute to your teachers who have shaped your character and showered their blessings.You are a worthy disciple of wonderful teachers.Their mortal body may be lying in grave, their blessings are still with you.
A wonderful poem on a great theme. A great tribute to teachers who provided you with knowledge and nurtured you as a student. Your teachers must have been so proud of you of what you have become. You lived up to what they inculcated in you as a student. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.Every stanza stands out in this very touching write.10+++
NOW a days teachers want to earn and they are not bothered till the student rises then he can say SEE HE IS MY STUDENT...EDUCATION IS NOT THE ESSENCE OF LIFE KNOWLEDGE COMES MORE WITH EXPERIENCE AND Sir you have such an immense store no one can with you compare as you your wisdom with humanity openly share you are always in our perpetual everlasting glare
I am not a highly educated man, just an ordinary graduate, But the teachers I got were extra ordinary, honest, and men of principles, My filtered and perfumed breath is a breath of highly educated man, Among educated men I stand proudly being one of the luckiest disciples........so touching and true. Beautiful poem on teacher. It is a great tribute to your teacher. Gadadhar Prasad. Thanks for sharing.
The presence of well-knowing advisors is felt in the air that a wisdom-loving person breathes. The atmosphere of souls holding converse is wonderfully evoked. As you say, a reteller of great myths shares knowledge with many. This poem deserves the highest rating.
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5/6/2024 10:37:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your teachers made good work and it's obvious when you write!