Today's Teachers Or A Plain Trash! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

A kind of cashed the concept
The teacher was hired to do that
Some certain symbols he uttered
Certain substances were displaying him
He couldn't come true
He strongly disliked the student idea
He resonated rigidity
He overestimated his history
He offered but a plain trash
He couldn't take risks
He was perhaps ordered to come that way
Conscience did never date him
He was a fashioned formula
He couldn't excel his style
His theory was thirsty
He couldn't ransack the rules
He couldn't represent ahead
And the laughters of language stopped there
Emptiness anchored inside me
Diagnosis died its death
The essence mocked out aloud
Only the silence smiled there.