Professors' Wine Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Wine wins vessel as well as soul
Such a marvelous plays it its role.
Its color fascinates eyes
To unknown realms mind flies.
Its addiction makes man drunkard
Who stumbles as he moves nowards.
Some take wine of truth, some of fruit;
Some remain human, some turn brute.
Professors' wine is deep wisdom
That they take in words' cups handsome.
Libraries are their haunts and pubs;
They attend daily discussion clubs.
They deal in heart, soul and full man
Of the dance of Art, each is fan.
Of aesthetics they are apostles,
For cups of wine each one jostles.