An Instruction Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

O teacher, listen! Dear, before thee place
The seeds of scorn lie ‘neath the marshy green
Among the rows of chaos, seal their minds
With faith of dark, and clarify them all
The fresh-cut words on pages of the night,
And teach them scorn's the finest rule to live,
Before thou set them right with words of fake,
And crop their heads from seeds of feelings deep,
And do thy best to raise the loathsome flame,
Up to the sky, burn beauty into ash,
And shake them hard from truth's embrace to fill
Their sight with fog of fib to dim the light;
I wish to teach them truth is ever near,
So near to grasp, so sweet to those who seek;
Now take His book, His pen, and wash thy mind.
And dip thy heart to glimpse thy shining soul,
And depths within, and drink the flames of life,
And take thy journey inward; rise and fly
To find the truth of truths beyond all books.
(15 Dec,2015)